For all ‘Time’
M. Ward is exactly the kind of boy you would want to marry, the kind of boy who wears exhausted flannel shirts as he strums acoustic love songs from across the illegal bonfire in your backyard. In fact, his music is kind of like a flannel shirt: his voice is soft and scraggy, his lyrics transcend basic generational lines. In M. Ward’s aptly named sixth album, “Hold Time,” he creates a musical wormhole of sorts, in which songs exist above the normal constraints of age.
The album starts with “For Beginners,” a song that acts as a primer for the world of M. Ward. With its upbeat,...
