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124. Two Wrongs by Samana 

MERCIFULLY, THE poetry phase has passed. I dreaded a lifetime spent trapped in fifth-rate rhyming couplets. Now, it is back to the music. My latest obsession is Samana’s intense, yet magnificent, self-titled third album.

Some breathtakingly fragile tunes that carry great weight are at play. Opener Into The Blue sets the tone wonderfully, but this track is simply magnificent and I'm so glad to have it on wax. Franklin builds the sonics to a truly blistering crescendo, enhanced by lush soaring strings that stir up marvel. Rebecca's highly distinctive voice is its own instrument and her lyrics are both intense and profound.

We all struggle to contain and control dual conflicting forces in our lives. Sitting on a wooden pew letting intangible thoughts of God's creativity pour into me, hoping to make the struggle easier by feeling some presence, is my freedom quest. Rebecca's flickering imagery harks back to the freight trains of freedom that so influenced writers in 1950s America and beyond.

The music feels remarkably fresh because we remain deeply drawn to exploring our inner selves through raw, visceral experiences rather than rigid, intellectual traditions. Freight-train riding embodies our grandest ideas of America. Its vast landscape and rich sensory imagery spark the imagination, fuelling our personal quest for liberation. These evocative lyrics capture the fleeting nature of the rails, defining what many see as the ultimate pursuit of freedom: a journey into the great unknown.

I'm off to bask in its majesty, at least until the footy starts.