Alex G has always written from the edges of consciousness, of genre, of what a song could and should be. With Headlights, his tenth full-length, the Philadelphia cult hero turns those liminal spaces into a musical universe all his own. Surreal, spectral, and steeped in twilight mood, Headlights is the sound of a songwriter becoming an architect of feeling, bending emotion and narrative like light through a prism. Across 12 multidimensional tracks, Alex Giannascoli looks even further into the haunted dreamscapes and disjointed truths that have made him one of the most quietly influential voices of the last decade. Co-produced with longtime friend Jacob Portrait, the album drifts between hazy folk, off-kilter pop, and lo-fi psychedelia with the casual genius fans have come to expect, and the rest of the world is finally catching up to.

This is not music that demands attention with volume, it draws you in with whispers, strange turns, and hooks that feel like déjà vu. The title Headlights hints at what’s to come - moments glimpsed through motion, emotional scenes briefly illuminated before disappearing into the dark. His characters feel lost, but not without purpose. They’re tethered to memory, regret, flickers of love, and the lingering question of whether we ever really know each other.

Lyrically, Giannascoli remains cryptic but cutting. His sometimes warped, sometimes angelic voice glides through songs like a ghost. It's not always clear what’s happening in these songs, but you feel it anyway; all the unease, the nostalgia, the flash of something beautiful before it breaks apart. There’s the sense of trying to make peace with things just beyond comprehension - relationships, identity, time. It's an album full of dreams you half-remember and truths you kind of wish you didn’t know. Now ten records in, Alex G remains uncategorizable. But Headlights isn’t just another chapter in a prolific discography. It feels more like the moment where the underground legend embraces a wider spotlight without sacrificing an ounce of his strangeness.