Well, isn’t this exquisite? 27 minutes of pedantically-focused, intimate Swedish sonnets by an allusive blonde duo who on their last record reinterpreted Lil Wayne. Did someone just unlock the key to my dreams? jj’s second record has arrived just a short while after the first but not a moment too soon – both records are as plaintively sparse as they are brief, and as gorgeous as this. Sparkling, laconic laments that would sound equally at home on a Balearic beach as they would in a log cabin in Lulea, this is ecstasy.
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