Ali Aslam. He just released his new album “The Last American.”
America is sometimes called a “melting pot” in reference to the people who come from all over the world and assimilate culturally; other times it’s known as a “salad bowl” to illustrate immigrants holding onto their identities but existing in harmony. But for many first-generation American children, the reality is somewhere in between those two. These are the kinds of discussions that Ali Aslam is having in his debut full-length album The Last American.
Listen in here:https://open.spotify.com/album/1WHPw2Dqq4wfioyifKGc4V
Born in New York to Pakistani parents, Aslam was raised in the middle of two cultures, between those of his parents and his peers. His music documents a lifetime of experimentation with identity and using art to create a unique personal expression all his own. At its core, this is a record of skillful, acoustic folk-rock music; what it means, however, is up for grabs. He arrives on a wave of folksy singer-songwriters coming to music’s forefront, alongside Phoebe Bridgers, Conor Oberst, and Taylor Swift’s 2020 album folklore. But Aslam isn’t looking to become a glamorous star with this work, he’s simply looking to become.
Most of this album plays like a rainy day of introspective journaling, but “Color of the Sun” stands out as a gust of assertive claim-staking midway through. I hope to see more of this momentum as Aslam grows in his confidence as an artist.