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art  Frankie Rose  Herein Wild  (Fat Possum; US: 7 Oct 2013; UK:
7 Oct 2013)  Frankie Rose’s debut Interstellar was an absolute
masterpiece. It reminded people that being a confessional
songwriter means a lot of people consider you their best friend,
even if no real secrets were told on that effort. In my opinion,
it’s the best album of the last three or four years. She asked a
lot of questions on that album, and answers were surrounded by
slabs of awkward beauty. It was a dichotomy of simple pleasures
colliding with aspirations of a search for deeper meaning in
those little moments. Interstellar was one of the very few
albums that could accurately be described as ethereal. It was a
visceral odyssey into a strange and beautiful place. I’ve often
tried to explain the record to people, only to fail, and just
implore them to buy it.  So where do you go after throwing
something so amazing into the world out of absolutely nowhere?
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