The opener of the wonderfully titled first album Every Time the Bell Rings an Angel Gets His Wings of the Swedish band. I am listening to the live mp3 from the Emmabodafestivalen 8/8/2002.

A song which renders me completely defenseless. It is like a soft stab into the heart. Maybe like shooting Heroine. Yes I think it is as intense. Like when someone tells me a secret he hasn't told anyone before. I am pure emotion afterwards. Touched to the bone. I literally melt. You must know that I am an iceberg. Always have been.

It starts very slowly and fragile with the tuning of the guitar and a piano. Speedwise this could be Low. The singer pronounces some words which are rather difficult to understand. After one minute the bass guitar enters and slows down the music even more. Long sustained tones. After another 30 seconds the song opens up into full blossom. The drums arrive. The guitars sound almost like pedal steel. A warm country feel. Wide open space. And there is almost a small crescendo like in Godspeed YBE tracks. At the end things get calmer again, the singer mumbles some more. The mood of the song is pretty close to the depressive tunefulness of Idaho.

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