Sweden’s reclusive neo-italo-disco chanteuse (and/or duo) returns with another glistening wash of beat-driven melodrama, complete with whispery spoken French and electronic thunderstorms. Once again, it’s the airy vocals–half golden warm, half icy cold; summer and winter combined–and blasé melodicism that give this song its particular charisma. For all its scrupulous construction and electronic core, there’s something serene, even lackadaisical about the vibe, and yet not for a moment does the piece lose its sweeping, club-like theatricality. The melodies themselves are good examples of this dynamic tension, sounding at once borderline schmaltzy and emotionally penetrating.
For newcomers, note that the name Sally Shapiro is used here to refer to both the duo behind the music—producer/writer/arranger Johan Agebjörn and an unidentified female singer—and to the singer herself, whose identity is kept secret, in the interest of maintaining her privacy. (She avoids both live performances and face to face interviews.)