As we walk through the quiet coastal backstreets of Fremantle, I understand why Kevin is so comfortable here. Passers-by go on walking their dogs and offer a friendly hello; the town’s resident rock star largely left to his own devices. “At the age I'm at, it's easy to fall into a life where you're just going in circles,” says Kevin, unpacking the album’s opener One More Year. “Because by the time you’re in your late twenties, you've found your place. It's easy to get into a state where there's no new things coming in because you've found your comfort zone. The only way to break out of that is to say, ‘Right, fuck it. Let's do what we do for one more year, and then we'll get our lives in order.’” As he talks, I think about the countless millennials, now on the precipice of real adulthood and responsibility, whose youth has been soundtracked by Tame Impala’s evolution. I think about my own life, and how much it’s changed since I first saw Tame play a side-stage at the Big Day Out in 2010.