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The best thing, but also the worst thing that can be said about Jenny Lewis’s new work, is that when playing it, time seems to stop. The hands of the clock slow down her obstinate tick-tock and, without meaning to, you are in another time, another place. The trip, or pleasant reverie, transports you to the eighties as the city of Los Angeles materializes before your astonished eyes. That’s where it all starts to make sense. Although it is not something new when we refer to the collection of songs of our heroine. That’s something that already happened in “The Voyager” (2014), her previous album, and I’m doing it again now under the tutelage of one who repeats, Ryan Adams, and another who joins again. None other than Shawn Everett, producer and mixer for anyone over thirty in the United States (Jim James, Kurt Vile, Wezzer…).

And the fact is that the list of acquaintances is very extensive when we refer to someone who, like Lewis, has sucked since childhood what it means to live in the fast decoder of the city of stars. In that she shares experience with Beck, another friend who leaves his mark on the album, all of them just like Jim Keltner, Don Was, Ringo Starr or Benmont Tench do, almost nothing. However, what you have to analyze is whether or not the album is worth it. And the truth is that he deserves it. Especially in a first withad that she shows more lucid instrumentally, thanks to songs as resounding as the explicit “Wasted Youth” where she plays with the contrast of weaving a candid pop melody to accompany a devastating theme about addiction. Or in a “Red Bull & Hennessy” lost at Stevie Nicks’ nightclub, she sounds more like the “Dogwood” series than Christine McVie’s piano. And I say this with no intention of being malicious.