E18 [MP3] (from Hemvägen EP)
Dansbanan [MP3] (from Hemvägen EP)
Lyckans Undulat [MP3] (from Lyckans Undulat)
In the same way that Julie Andrews leaps at the mountains in Austria in the Sound of Music, Detektivbyrån glides over the ice capped Nordic Balkans. With their minimal carnival music, always happy and forever minimal, they can exist in no other place. The grassy Balkans are no doubt not a place for these pale skinned Swedes, and none will argue that it’s hard to carry a small orchestra in the ice covered planes of Sweden. Thus, they exist in one place - in the Nordic Balkans.
Links:
Official website
Myspace profile
Photo by Malin Ringsby.
Layering enough thin layers will create a space. Despite using matter, it won’t create a block of matter, there will be nothing solid. You will end up with something similar to a cloud, a nebula. Just like in a nebula, in this newly created cloud you can float, swim. In Alexandra Veanna Gil Cohen, former Zegunder dude, creates the space and provides Maya Goldshtein’s voice with a nebula to float in. The attached MP3s are some of their B-sides, and you can download their entire debut album 
Music,at times, portrays images, and at times it portrays entire scenes, with movement, action and drama. On other occasions it portrays lack of movement. Such is the case with Amiina’s Kurr. It’s like standing in the middle of an endless ice field and moving no where. All is flat and white around us. The wind is caressing the planes, and we are standing, looking to one side, gazing to the other, moving our focus from one point to another point, both look the same. This is a lack of movement, and Amiina with their Icelandic roots show us that with such clarity that it doesn’t look frightening, it’s just peaceful. This is only one part of it, in other parts they place you elsewhere, and that’s how they make you move, by standing still at different places. Traveling without moving.
A Mobile, before being a phone, and before being something that goes with you, was thing that goes above you, goes in circles. The first Mobile is that merry-go-round that the parents hang over the head of their baby. Believing it spread health or just joy, one can’t deny that it all looks too much like superstition. When you are older you get garlic hung over your head, or around your neck, so all that babies can do is thank the colorfulness of their talisman. Many of these make sounds, inside tiny parts, metallic hands, pluck other parts, and make subtle primitive sound. We later discover them to be named lullabies. Our night music, to sleep with. It’s odd to create music that is not to be listened to, but is meant to alter the state of its listener so he won’t be able to listen, at least not in the conventional conscious way. When you are a baby, these shows of colors and movement occur over your head not only at night. Sleep is only bounded to the night at a later point, when you are young it’s still free. And so we have such shows during the day, our own private Matinee Orchestra.
Then I had to go, and leave quickly, and drive to see her
First I should warn that I am biased. That’s is usually the situation in which you are when talk about friends. Tangled in my headphones from time to time, merging the outside with inside, merging music with the world, I understand what She is talking about, what She is mixing into a single waveform. The two tracks were made one through a Zara shop and one through London’s Tube:
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