Lost Weekend - Phoebe Bridgers (2026)
Bridgers’ last solo outing, 2020’s Punisher, was an instant classic, a blend of intimate storytelling and wider comment on the state of things that connects without sounding preachy or slef-righteous.
The new one follows on with the same basic playbook, but her sound has expanded to include more art rock and more bedroom-producer-style electronic flourishes (there are people who actually use the term “folk-tronica” for this, but I will shoot my toes off before I do).
The death of her father in 2023 plays plainly into the weight of the songs here, and while there are other characters, it’s her and “Bobby” who anchor the deepest and most wrenching tracks.
I think what makes her music stand out is that, while a lot of current artists like to tell stories of the downtrodden and mistreated, Bridgers has added a personal connection. Even if it’s not her own experience, exactly, you hear about it through her (or her narrator’s) eyes.
It makes for an emotionally devastating listen that’s worth the time all the same.
