On their website, Holy Madre describe themselves as making "popmusic that sounds like a mixture of Fleetwood Mac, The Boss, Pink Floyd, television-shows for children and Bryan Adams," which I suspect may be Swedish for "run screaming in the opposite direction." It's true that much of this record of quiet restrained melodies would have fit just fine on 1970s album-oriented radio, somewhere between Al Stewart and Steely Dan, but the rest offers moments far more compelling. The strongest songs are "Shallow bay," a fun romp not unlike early Jayhawks without the harmonies and "The sun," with more of a late 60s almost Beach Boys feel. Other songs have their moments, but as a whole the record falls short and, by the final third, vacillates between boring and annoying.
- Nancy Baym