Graham Reid | | <1 min read
All That Your Dreams Taught Me
With 14 songs running close to an hour this second album by a breezy and thoughtful Swedish band doesn't so much outstay its welcome as perhaps offer to much of a good thing.
The result is the delectable individual flavours – shimmering guitar pop, electro-pop, indie-pop etc – can be easily lost over the full running time.
There's a kind of autumnal ennui to much of this as the warmth of the day/relationship start to get a little chilly (Fall Off) and you could happily locate them along the lineage of Camera Obscura, the Clientele and others on the PopFrenzy label. But they also offer a delightfully languid ballad I Wish I Gave You More Time Because I Love You with sax so laidback it's almost horizontal.
There are quiet delights throughout (the retro-synth sound of the 90-second I Sure Want To), singer Caroline Landahl rarely sounds like she's pushing herself as her low, melodic intimacy pulls you in and there's smart guitar jangle peppered about (Your Head You Mind).
The Mornings has a low and understated sense of unease.
In its own subtle way it is as charming as the understated end of Belle and Sebastian, an under-powered Wannadies or Sundays, or dreamy artists on the local Lil' Chief label.
Nothing to say you have to listen to a whole album in one sitting (I doubt anyone does that in these days of Spotify) so this can and will be best enjoyed in small, tasty and tasteful nibbles.
A chocolate box of bitter-sweet flavours.
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