Courtney Barnett is aware of tips on how to make two chords final a lifetime. Her generally slacker, generally twee rock takes recurring main sevenths and wrings them for all their existential which means. It’s a trademark of her craft: 2015’s skeptical ode to suburban residing, “Depreston,” emphasizes the issue of feeling actually at dwelling over alternating C and F-major-7 chords for 5 minutes. While she hasn’t provided character-driven, droll storage rock for a number of albums, Barnett has doubled down on these round, clear progressions to underline her pivot towards first-person narratives about feeling rudderless and on the lookout for course. Since 2021’s underwhelming Things Take Time, Take Time, she’s tried to get unstuck via remedy, pottery courses, a Georgia O’Keeffe obsession, and a transfer from Australia to Los Angeles.
The outcome, Creature of Habit, performs just like the soundtrack to an extended drive on a desert freeway, the place all you possibly can hear are the bumps and groans of the automobile, the rhythms of the pavement, and your ideas. Appropriately, Barnett wrote a lot of it from a Joshua Tree sublet, whereas contemplating whether or not she needed to maintain making music. The sprawling, bittersweet environment—formed by these repetitive guitars and a perpetual seek for which means—at instances recollects Barnett’s collaboration with Kurt Vile. Take the wistful chords of “Mantis,” the place she’s annoyed about residing on autopilot and desires to get organized, whereas Andrew Sloane’s bassline chugs alongside and steadily ratchets up the stress. “I got my head sorted, sort of/I keep going just because,” she intones. Emphasis on the “sort of.”
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Self-paralysis and indecision are hardly new topics for Barnett. On Creature of Habit, she tries to get out of her head and considers how that stagnation impacts mates and lovers. In “Sugar Plum,” she apologizes however provides that “those words don’t come easy to me/So I’m looking for a little leniency,” a dose of humor on an in any other case stressed tune. Scenic harmonies from Waxahatchee help “Site Unseen,” the place Barnett takes duty for all of her overthinking. The breezy acoustic guitars and sneaky pedal metal nearly make her intention to alter sounds straightforward, a rewarding stress beneath such a sunny track.
There are miles between the place Barnett at present is and the place she’d prefer to be, which stays probably the most enduring inspiration for her finest materials. When working in that vein, Barnett’s journeys via self-doubt are well-matched with the stomping, meat-and-potatoes indie-rock manufacturing that Burke Reid and Dan Luscombe dropped at her first two albums. For Creature of Habit, she teamed with John Congleton, who accompanies the least distinct of Barnett’s compositions with flat, clanging percussion and blown-out guitars. Lead single “Stay in Your Lane” is pushed by a blown-raspberry bassline and chalky drums—an ungainly, if applicable, basis for a track about taking one step ahead and two steps again—whereas the flat-footed shuffle of “Same” unexpectedly arrives at ominous new wave synths. It solely takes a minute of “Great Advice” earlier than the garish claps and cowbell hits really feel claustrophobic.
