One of the problems with listening to this new single from Cat Dowling is that she ruins pop music for everyone else. I mean, take a listen to this gorgeous and shimmering slice of indie-pop there is no going back. Once you have heard just how good pop music can be, you can’t go back to the substandard tat that gets made in the genre’s name. Lines have been drawn, benchmarks raised, the game is afoot.

Ironically, what is going on here is nothing too revolutionary, it’s just that Freedom is more cinematic, more soaring, more charming, more chiming, more epic, more infectious….it’s just, well…more.

Although not necessarily about the sense of freedom slowly creeping back into people’s lives as lockdown eases, it is certainly well-timed and might even be seen as a sort of rallying cry or anthem for the light at the end of the tunnel. Not that Cat Dowling would stoop to anything so crass.

And I can’t end without mentioning Cat Dowling’s extraordinary voice. It is at turns cool and accessible, anthemic and larger than life, deep and meaningful, soaring and seductive. I could listen to her read the telephone directory…do we still have those?…well, you know what I mean.

Pop music might never be the same again. Which can only be a good thing. Right?

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