Fortifying the already resolute parallels between estimable avant-pop minstrels from all over the place, Copenhagen’s Blaue Blume make another compelling case for greatest Danes on this, the follow-up to the instantly arresting On New Years Eve. Entitled Helen, this latest creation is as though Nikolaj Manuel Vonsild’s breathy androgyny bred with Wild Beasts, or conversely Hayden Thorpe rerooted through When Saints Go Machine, the Cumbrian’s elastane vocal cords drizzled with the eccentric stuff of Infinity Pool. For all of a consummately pieced brief interlude, Jonas Smith’s pirouetting timbres even recall wily montréalais crooner Sean Nicholas Savage as both Helen and with it his refined falsetto really come into their own. Ultimately, however, in Helen the Norsemen have furnished us with another irreproachable listen from the year’s incontestably indispensable new band, and proffer one more rather vivifying reason – were another necessary – to write yours and their “names in the heart on a tree.”
Blaue Blume play their London début at Birthdays this evening.