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Once garage rock hotbed, from the Nomads to the Hives, Sweden's gone rustic and rattletrap--that is, if Amandine is any indication. Yes, it's absurd to draw conclusions from one Malmo quartet, but Amandine, three records into their career, play a magnetically down-hearted brand of alt-country that's high lonesome by inference and mood (and the occasional banjo and fiddle), loaning the mental image of Sweden a new, burnished luster. "New Morning" has sad fiddle lines and an upright-piano squaring up in a minor key, which is lovely, and singer Olof Gidlöf has a great, liquidly sad vocal delivery. He has a bit of Sufjan Stevens's tone and a touch of St. Thomas's delivery--while the band plugs away patiently, laconically. Of course the land is large in Sweden, large and open and dramatic, like the electric-guitar curlicue that opens "Secrets" just before Gidlöf inches vocally forward. If it's slo-mo, open-landscape musical drama you're after, then Amandine's got your back.
--Andrew Bartlett