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12 of 13 people found the following review helpful:
5.0 out of 5 stars
Serendipity, 6 Sep 2003
Who would have thought that someone driving into your car would be a blessing in disguise? If wasn't for a hire car and Wimbledon swamping Radio Five, I would never have turned to Radio Two to offer me some relief from motorway miles - and not have heard "You're the Storm". My life would have been so much less rich for this. If someone had told me I would fall in love with a Cardigan's album I'd not have believed them. This album is worth losing a no claims bonus for. If there was a magic formula for albums, this would have used it. Some albums excite and fade away quickly, some albums never offer a spark, some albums offer just enough to make you come back and get stronger listen after listen. This fits in to the latter catagory. How to describe the album? Cast your minds back to the late eighties and early nineties. Albums were made that were layered, sounded sonically superb and that had energy. This was how many great albums were recorded before sqaushed flat sounds ruled the roost. Forget all that, because this takes the best aspects of bygone, classic production and adds a modern touch. Three things stand out: beautiful acoustic guitar sounds (sympathetically played), a gorgeous, sexy (let's not ignore this fact) voice that makes you lose the moment and most importantly superb songs. The first two songs, on second listen, send shivers down your spine. They are jaw droppingly good. Twenty or so listens later other songs then start to have the same effect. This is what music was invented for. This is guitar pop at its very best. This is how modern music should be recorded, but even if it was, very few would come close to producing classy songs like this, that stick in your head without being annoying. Perhaps the most impressive things is that a Swedish band can write lyrics that (while on the odd occasion are clunky) are sometimes excellent and thought provoking, sometimes sexy (yes, again sexy) and often memorable. The image of Nina having a four letter word stuck in her head, the dirtiest word that she's ever said - and the fact that she's singing (with what sounds like a big grin on her face) that she's going to keep someone up all night enjoying carnal pleasures is fine, if blunt, imagery. And - did I mention this? - it's sexy. For what it's worth, I love this album. And what is worse, I really do.
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