Kevin Morby’s eighth album tracks his passage into adulthood, a time when settled life and family takes precedence over youthful adventure, when losses pile up but so do solid rewards. The open road may still beckon on cuts like “Badlands,” and Morby may admit to some ambiguous feelings about his current state (“I can’t tell/whether I’m in heaven or in hell”), but overall contentment prevails. And why not . . .
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