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Rarely, if ever, will I find an album that makes me feel the same way Magdalene does. Twigs use of the biblical figure of Mary Magdalene as a personal allegory, a euphemism of sorts, is one of patriarchy and control and nothing short of a heavenly, 38-minute catharsis of the pain of moving on, of the febrile confusion called life where the only ever constant is change itself. Mark my words, Magdalene will emerge as one of the greatest albums of all time in due course.

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