Sixteenth album to get there, finally, inevitably. He’s a nice, legitimate, nice guy from the Maritimes, but like everyone else, he has his gray areas, his playground as an inveterate fisherman. There he frolics, not sorry to reveal himself, to admit that he has deviated. Far from home. Lost in Saint-Henri, he assumes in French in the text. Break Free goes around a minefield where freedom costs an arm, sometimes two. Not a heartless one, David, but he nonetheless leaves broken hearts along the way. Even the apparently joyful part of the album smacks of false naivety: I Believe Anything, that’s the title. The following : ” […] for at least five minutes “. That devil Myles is denouncing himself. But the truth, at the end of the album, catches up with him: the post-breakup is the real misfortune. Still Missing You, he summarizes, in the company of May Erlewine. Alone, but not alone. When you can harmonize with a singer, redemption can’t be completely out of reach.
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