The woman from the east is a mysterious beast indeed. Mackenzie James Cregan, he’s crooning about this unknowable woman, a woman from the east. She’s permeated into his head and left her clear mark on this man right here.
It’s a fascinating song, singing unabashedly that the girl this man has picked up has “no room in my bed”. It’s a bold statement to make, turning away a woman from your door, telling her to take her plastic purse with her.
The crooning and unusual and delicate licks of foreign influence are an interesting contrast, rolling jazzy brass, and unusual strings in alongside a very classic western sound.
There’s a feeling of being lost in translation, this man has found a woman that he can’t shake the thought of and she disappeared into the night without even a name. The song is a familiar feeling for anyone who’s had a passing encounter with someone so incredible, someone who you can never know because it’s never meant to be.
But that’s the beauty of the song, it’s relatable in an odd kind of way because of this fascination that seems to border on obsession in some ways. And that’s where the music and the message collide perfectly, the woman is unknowable, and the music is hard to nail down. Pulling in all these other flavours of music makes the track itself unknowable. You can’t put your finger on it.
So you sit listening to a clever track that blends genres right down to the instruments and style, incorporating classical, electronic, folk and other styles from the entire Eurasian plain. It’s genius in it’s composition fitting so well with it’s lyrical content.