“My Old Ways” tastes like a blood orange cut under neon light. Bittersweet nostalgia dripping through synth haze, where every bite reminds you change was inevitable… but damn, it still tastes good.
It’s sweet and psychedelic on the surface, with that lush, citrusy shimmer you expect from Tame Impala’s synths. But there’s a darker, more bittersweet depth once you bite in — the juice stains a little, and the flavor lingers longer than you expect. It’s nostalgia-tinted, a bit bruised, but still irresistibly vibrant.
If Currents was a mango smoothie on a beach at sunset, My Old Ways is the blood orange you slice open alone at dawn, realizing change tastes both sweet and strange.
