โEdenโ introduces Ryne Meadow as a singer, songwriter, producer, and, more importantly, a storyteller, from Athens, Georgia, wrestling openly with faith, identity, and the politics wrapped around them. Itโs the first glimpse of his forthcoming album Baptisms, a project born from spiritual upheaval and renewal, where queerness, religious conditioning, and American Christian nationalism all get dragged into the light and examined without flinching.
The track moves with a meditative cool, built on a steady, thumping pulse that never lets up, like blood in the ears or a mantra you canโt tune out. Over that, Meadowโs voice floats in delicate, soft, mesmerizing high tones. He takes his time, so each line has room to sting. Hesings, โBut I was locked out of Eden, so long ago,โ this simple biblical reference hits like someone remembering the exact moment they were told they didnโt belong.
From there, the song circles around the taste of forbidden fruit and the cost of wanting what doctrine says you shouldnโt. You can feel the weight of old sermons and sideโeye glances, the ache of being cast out for who you are, braided into the melody. Still, the sorrow finds freedom in the perception that exile might also be freedom, that losing a false paradise opens the door to something more honest and human.
The production stays lush but understated, letting the lyrics and vocal performance lead the way. By the final notes, โEdenโ feels like a doorway into Baptisms: reflective, rebellious, and deeply compassionateโa song that doesnโt just question the garden, but dares to grow beyond it.
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Review by: Naomi Joan