A curious and renewed concern for the passage of time has fully invaded the members of Local Natives, who seem to be more aware than ever of the weight and magnitude of the years. An unequivocal sign that a bittersweet maturity has come to stay, and with it also a series of unprecedented reflections that now dot the ten respective pages that make up the ten pages of doubt, collapse and restlessness. “Time Will Wait For No One”the fifth studio album by the American group.
As if it were a band-aid before the cut, the band members put their heads together and surround their shoulders as a sign of unity, while they sing from an organic and acoustic perspective that “time will wait for no one but I’ll wait for you” which serves as the introductory mantra of the album itself. A kind of common solidarity among those mentioned, which tightens and becomes more significant as they begin to wander about what could have been and was not (“Just Before The Morning”) or they rescue from the borders of their memory those stories that overflow from the recurring inkwell of self-torture (“Empty Mansions”). However, as they have been demonstrating to us over the last decade and are once again reflected by the hand of these aforementioned themes, the boys from Local Natives They are skilled at turning the darkest memory into the ideal fuel to generate whimsical and catchy melodies, full of groove and immediate cadences, with which they prove that every false step has its corresponding good side.
His obsession with yesterday will continue to be the control panel that guides his roadmap from now on, evolving among caramelized proposals of expendable reading (“Desert Snow”) and others that, on the contrary, confirm the triumph of flirtatious innovation and playful funk in his record (“Paper Lanterns”). Although they will be those growing cuts, with airs of emotional epic and shared connection (“Hourglass”), those who fully transport us to his sovereign sound, not only referring to the solid character of his first albums, but also convincing us of his ability to unite his acolytes in the direct future. Likewise, with the acceptance of your present reality also the consequent rewards of it, such as the discovery of unconditional love. (“Ava”) or the loss of taboos when trying new formulas (something that is explicitly resolved in “NEW”elaborated from the whim of its creators for trying to sharpen its side plus The Strokes).
As a corollary, the Californian team is kind enough to remember another of the great evils that has set the tone of these last and intense years of forced evolution and resigned resilience, such as loss and farewell (“I’ve got a friend of a friend, her name was on the news, paradise on fire”, they sing in a haunting and intimate “Paradise” with which they conclude the album), thus illustrating their intact capacity to move people. However, and although the tear makes its latent attempt to emerge between its final verses, in “Time Will Wait For No One” Above all, the vital desire of its executors to remind us of the importance of taking advantage of the time we have left, bearing in mind the finite number of opportunities that life grants us, endures.