PHOEBE BRIDGERS-LOST WEEKEND

It isn't a simple process. Over the 16 tracks that make up this capacious album, Bridgers starts and starts again: in the middle, at the end and at the beginning. Though Lost Weekend rewards an immersive listen, it's a nonlinear experience, like looking through a scrapbook whose contents keep disintegrating. "I remember the day I created the world," she murmurs at the beginning of "Other Plans," a pivotal track that comes near the record's end and points toward a tentative happy ending. "I got blood on my favorite shirt." This is quintessential Bridgers, the unkempt magic of the everyday. A skilled confessionalist who thinks big while resisting pretense, here Bridgers combines a soaring metaphor with a self-deprecating zinger, suggesting that even a god might have shaky knife skills — or, since this song is actually about sex, might not notice it's that time of the month.