Deer Tracks

This came through the door yesterday from these fellows, the latest in the long line of Scandinavian synaesthetic sure-pop; clean lines, glacial mints...

That they come from Galve is inadvertently (or deliberately, through some Freudian psychogeographic wrangling) significant; they sound re-invented, as if they'd been down a few sparse avenues before they slash and burned themselves into this form - and it works well; they seem to be building up a little blog steam...

(((((1869 and Galve burns; people team out of their houses as the flames roar; a giant goat stands watching spewing fire from it's guts... the homeless stare into the future and keep yelling:


"The goat does not exist yet"


but everyone whirrrsclicks and decides that, later, much later, the goat's gonna have to get it... from the embers of the town and the thousands of dispossessed souls comes Galve as now, tree-lined kindling streets( no one fears the fire or else the fire will consume them), USA style gridlines; new hopes and fears - the old displaced by the frightening new...

And the goat comes and is burned and comes again.)))))

And yeah, I'm not going to buck the trend because the influences are out there: the clicking and whirring and soft burring of Mum, the poptasms of Mew and even a little of Annie in the slight sleepiness on some tracks, the serenity and occasional majesty of Sigur Ros - you can hear them especially in some of the longer tracks, when the trumpets and brass kick and melodica all kick in at once; it's all in the build, their idea of cacophony is a pleasant, immersive experience, very seductive...

Elin Lindfors has a voice that plays on the non-Scandinavian soul; it doesn't matter what she's singing, we'll drift anyway, turn to the side, smile softly, think of Auroras; turn our skys red and green... it would be hard not to like the fact that this music is playing, hard not to let it creep around the edges of your head...

It's pop as we know it.