The cover says it all, really. Hyvönen's an eccentric with a piano, following her own meandering muse: her songs are wilful, simple, off-centre, self-enfolded, stop-start and surgingly tuneful (see: "You Never Got Me Right") and often out and out ballads (the one and a half minute-long "Valerie" is another highlight); her voice is soulful and honeyed but with that Scandinavian catch and chill; the music is like streaks of sunlight falling on winter sand...cool and profane, terse and poetic, it's finely wrought and immaculately executed, a reminder of the possibilities of music.
Monday, May 07, 2007
Frida Hyvönen - Until Death Comes
The cover says it all, really. Hyvönen's an eccentric with a piano, following her own meandering muse: her songs are wilful, simple, off-centre, self-enfolded, stop-start and surgingly tuneful (see: "You Never Got Me Right") and often out and out ballads (the one and a half minute-long "Valerie" is another highlight); her voice is soulful and honeyed but with that Scandinavian catch and chill; the music is like streaks of sunlight falling on winter sand...cool and profane, terse and poetic, it's finely wrought and immaculately executed, a reminder of the possibilities of music.
