A fizzy sherbert of spring life, spring fever, spring in your step kind of album by one of the most earnest singer-songwriters out there. Spinning yarns was the thread here. It smells of sandalwood, just as per "What Is That Perfume You Wear" - Lekman was 36 when he wrote this - probably the kind of age that craving comforts kick in.
I have butterflies in my stomach as I type this and it's maybe this album that does it to me as when it came out I was in a hell of a situation in Stuttgart, Germany living in a place that was not my place - trying to make the most of a bad situation - which is what a lot of this aesthetic is about for Jens. He's come a long, long way and matured immensely since 2005 when he sang about killing the party again in "Black Cab." And that is what makes his crescendo-like career even more beautiful; rose petals in toilet times.
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