“Help me” yelps Chuck Prophet, midway through the opening song, And while the strutting, stomping, tremolo-strafed “Sonny Liston’s Blues” is ostensibly about the fallen boxer, it’s images of a man on the ropes and possibly at the end of his rope, too (“What I’m trying to tell you is how much I love you”), are universal. A sense of unease and uncertainty leavened by a self-styled pugilists natural defiance, courses through these tunes. In particular, on the anthemic, glammy “American Man” the narrator has “blood on his lips and milk in my eyes” as he watches The Dream slip away; while on “Leave the Window Open” a luminous slice of jangle ‘n’ twang, Prophet tries to hold on to a different sort of dream as he begs his woman, on both literal and figurative level, to “leave the window open, I want o take in this view and live this life before it’s gone”. Part narrative, part confessional, “¡Let Freedom Ring! is the sound of an artist at the top of his game.