BEATS OF LOVE
124. Two Wrongs by Samana
Thankfully, the poems have stopped. I worried the rest of my life would think out fifth rate rhyming couplets. Back to the music. An intense, but wonderful, purchase is Samana's 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 the stunner and I'm so glad to have it on wax. Franklin builds the sonics to a truly blistering crescendo abetted by lush soaring strings that stirs up some proper 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 50s America and beyond.
Sounding proper fresh, coz we're still hopelessly addicted to exploring our inner-selves in less cerebral ways than classicism would prefer us to. Freight-train riding represents the big ideas we have about America. Its expansive, diverse and sensory imagery sparks our imagination and feeds our own freedom quest. These sensory lyrics reflect the transient nature of freight train images, encasing what, for many, encompasses the attraction of the true freedom quest; the great unknown.
I'm off to bask in its majesty, at least until the footy starts.
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