Phoebe Bridgers sits at the epicenter of the modern music critics happy place, so it's not surprising to see universal acclaim for what is basically cat nip form them. Lost Weekend is a perfectly fine album but screaming album of the year at it is crazy. It's often too woolly, to samey, too homogenized in mood, tone, instrumentation and the songwriting is occasionally great but often fairly listless and the lyrics often a bit, well, trite and obvious.