I’ve often commented on the seemingly innate ability of our Scandinavian cousins to produce peerless sunny pop, aand Swedish maestro Jens Lekman is one of the finest proponents of the art I’ve had the pleasure to see. A hilarious raconteur and a dab hand at lyrical wit, he’d be worth seeing even without his glorious Abba-meets-Motown melodies, fantastically rendered here by his all-female string quartet (his violinist is incidentally the most beautiful woman I have ever seen) and duo of brass players. Truth be told, the gig itself was far from perfect- dodgy sound, technical gremlins galore, an often funereal hipster audience- but the fact is I was grinning ear to ear from start to finish, and that doesn’t happen often these days. Wonderful.(Photo: Dave The Beetle (Flickr))
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