“Thankfully, we have ‘All One Breath’, an emotional, mysterious, and mesmerising snapshot of a time and place that was, initially, uniquely informed by its own limitations but found its release, its spark and energy in the great depths of intrigue and imagination. And aren’t we the lucky ones?”
- Folk Radio
And it has that quality that is so Samana. It unfolds at a leisurely, narcotic pace, acoustic chords a subtle earthing for Rebecca’s deep dulcet lyric and lazy, psychedelic guitar touches. It’s the sound of a hot July day with crickets humming, some hitherto unvisited medieval church in the distance; the smell of ozone and gunmetal clouds gathering in the distance, threatening to break the lazy heat.
For me they create a music almost entirely of themselves; the only artists working nearby I can think of is the pre-Mazzy Star outfit of David Roback and Kendra Smith, Opal. And Samana seem to push beyond that into a different, more organic mystery.
