Rooted & Reborn: “My Alma Latina” by Michellar
Michellar’s new EP, “My Alma Latina,” arrived with the familiar, sinuous warmth of a Santana guitar riff but proceeds to map out an altogether different territory. This isn't just a collection of pop songs seasoned with Latin flair; it's a five-part spiritual field guide, an intimate log of a soul navigating a world that refuses to stand still. https://open.spotify.com/album/2rKpoVX8FJo2tbgSWw50v3?si=6y-Ot-Y7TKyd2tChEI5Jxg It begins with an earthy anxiety, a love for a physical home shadowed by the threat of its destruction. Listening, I was suddenly reminded of the specific smell of ozone after a lightning strike a block away—an abrupt, beautiful, and slightly terrifying sign of power you can't control. The EP doesn't wallow there. It swivels, catching the glint of a fleeting human connection—a shared dance that feels like a full lifetime condensed into three minutes, a desperate pact made against the coming dawn. It’s a temporary sanctuary, as fragile and precious as a bead of morning dew. But when a place and a person prove to be insufficient anchors, the journey turns inward. The concept of prayer here is stripped of its ceremonial robes, presented instead as a daily, foundational act—less a grand plea and more like the quiet, persistent work of a root system seeking water in dry soil. It’s the sound of quiet strength being built, moment by moment. This accumulation of resilience leads to its final, breathtaking confrontation. The EP wades into the vast, dark ocean of the self, surrendering to an overwhelming struggle that feels like a symbolic drowning. What emerges on the other side is a hard-won, gasping sense of freedom—a rebirth found not in a cathedral, nor in a lover's arms, but in the terrifying and transformative depths within. What happens, this EP seems to ask, when we realize salvation isn't a destination we pray to, but a territory we must discover within? Website, Bandcamp, Instagram, Facebook
