Art, proper art, the hard stuff, at its most exquisite acquires a peculiar quality of weightlessness. Of this planet, perhaps in a way, and real – sometimes – but only as a rainbow or a moonbeam or an eyelash-flutter is real.
Anyway, get your ears around this extraordinary new number from Swedish noise-pop artist Fågelle.
Production wise it’s obviously flawless – for this we doff our cap to local Gothenburg bigwig Henryk Lipp, where Fågelle (real name Klara Andersson) apparently hangs out all day like a benign ghost.
But the tune itself, my word.
A sinuous vocal that weaves in and out of conventional tonality, hemmed in by a luxuriant thatch of luminous arpeggios.
Serene, ecstatic spells of sunlit major-key updrafts, punctuated with toe-curling crunches of unexpected harmonic discord.
Like waltzing across a frozen lake with your unrequited first crush.
Spiralling out of sight of sorrow and sunlight and sensation – weightless.
She's got an album titled Helvetesdagar out 24 May.
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