aliceboman

As interest begins to build around Alice Boman, the young Swede’s delicate, splintered brand of songcraft has been reductively described as ‘simple’ by a band of writers who appear to confuse the efficient with the rudimentary. While Boman’s music – and her words – are refreshingly direct, her economy of instrumentation is what allows the strength of her melodies to soar. She possesses a rare skill that can propel music from the everyday to the transcendent; that deftly disarming split-second shift from major to minor that causes the bottom to fall out of a song and, as a wonderfully visceral consequence, the listener’s stomach.

‘Be Mine’’s organ-driven, spectral sing-along and the shuffling, tinny drum machine on ‘Over’ evoke Beach House at their dreamy peak, but it must be said that Boman is beginning to create something that she can genuinely call her own. ‘EP II’ is an Ubi sunt to fading memories of love, but while the hand of melancholy is felt throughout, its concise statement is hopeful rather than morose. It’s simple: 21 of the most worthwhile minutes you’re likely to spend this year.

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