RIYL: The Cranberries, Club 8, The Clientele
Think of European, the third album by Swedish popsters Sambassadeur, like nine women walking in and out of the room that you’re sitting in. Each one of them is lovely, the kind of girl you’d love to take home to Mom. But that first girl…she’s breathtaking, to the point where she haunts your thoughts long after she’s gone, while the other women are forgotten as soon as they’ve left. This is a beautiful record, tastefully adorned with strings, chimes, gently plucked acoustic guitars, and the sweetly heartbreaking vocals of Anna Persson, who recalls Dolores O’Riordan but without the braying. “I Can Try” is pure early ’90s indie pop, and “Sandy Dunes” is blue-eyed Motown a la Texas’ “Black Eyed Boy.” The production is crisp, and the performances are competent without being overly fancy.
So why does it leave so small a footprint? Because the songs all have to follow the piano and string-kissed “Stranded,” far and away the best track here. Pretty as the rest of European may be, it’s too slight to hold up against that killer opening track. It sounds awfully good while it’s playing, but it doesn’t leave much of a lasting impression. (Labrador 2010)
