A moving display of one man’s myriad sorrows
[a]Loney, Dear[/a]’s Emil Svanängen, it is often said, could do with a big cuddle. Not that it’d make much difference, you feel – the Swedish songwriter’s fifth LP is mainly another delicate sojourn into oceans of really-fucking-mellow. This time, the horns are a-tootin’ (‘D Major’) and the church bells chiming (‘My Heart’), meaning that while, say, ‘[b]Largo[/b]’ starts like a Pixar remake of Werner Herzog’s alcoholism, prostitution and crime lark Stroszek, there’s a fireworking climax round every miserable corner, chasing the shadows, catching the sun. Still not Friday night material, then, but a moving display of one man’s myriad sorrows nonetheless. Bless.