This is where Musgraves began to detach from the Nashville keyword cloud and move into one of the best post-Fleetwood Mac soft rock vibes I’ve ever heard. She’s in love with something, maybe just the leisure of the golden hour, maybe a person, though not the cowboy she grants some space to. She calls out to the demographic that brought her with “Velvet Elvis,” yet another sign that Elvis has been absorbed back into country (we don’t make the rules). Another perfect car album, and possibly the album of several great ones that will last the longest.