Samara Lubelski - Parallel Suns


Is there anything better than being freshly snowed in with a coincidentally large stack of new records? Substitute whatever conditions you prefer for this karmic delicacy, but i submit that there is not. 

I only know 2 things about Samara Lubelski. 1) she's a Violinist, and Half-Off Sale) the cover art for Parallel Suns is phenomenal. If i know karma though, there will certainly be a trade off. Yep, spindle hole is too small and the sides aren't marked except for the etching in the runout. Normally that would leave a bitter aftertaste, but the concept clearly suggests that you can and should listen to either side first. Don't know if that's true or not, so let's find out. 

Ooooh, not exactly surprisingly this turns out to be Psychedelic Pop. There's a definite Bird and the Bee vibe to it, but without the overt irony. This just sounds like honest 60s Psych-Folk. Now that I have seen the colors, that transition into Taste the Candy makes me a little scared to tast the candy in the air, but it turns out to be peppy and delightful. 

Ethereal, whispy, enchanting, bordering on Twee, but not in the cringy New Age/Lilith Fair way. Nothing against that Lilith Fair scene at all, it's just that a lot of that particular music doesn't hold up well outside that very specific context. I honestly don't get any subtext from this at all, this just sounds like Samara time traveled from the mid 60s to be an actual Hippie in 2007 and didn't miss a step. There is nothing hesitent or uncertain or naive here, it is super confident and comfortable walking naked through the forest. I don't mean that in the pervy man-fantasy way, i'm just trying to describe the vibe as accurately as possible. You know how some music just sounds like a claustrophobic cabin fever delusion because you haven't left your 3rd floor apartment in 17 days? Well, this is the opposite. It freely wanders the outside world and sounds like it smells earthy and floral, as opposed to gasoline fumes and body odor. It's truly delightful. Next time you have the opportunity to pop on a record a 6AM, give Samara Lubelski's Parallel Suns a try. I feel invigorated and ready for the not much of anything i'm about to do for the rest of this serendipitously sudden snow day. 

Careful of the ego blossoms, but go forth and enjoy.

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