Jarri reckons this latest electropop-hemmed hunk from great Danish songstress Mø sounds rather redolent of Purity Ring though if so, it’s indubitably more of a Fineshrine than it is Ungirthed; one to enwrap in your dismembered “little ribs” for prized safekeeping. With a thin patina of snow currently lacing the streets, Glass plays off that same belatedly festive feel as did fellow Scandi heartthrob Frida Sundemo’s latest, Snow, though that’s where the similarities end as Karen Ørsted melts the glistering cascades of scale to its beginning into a more pulsating, and indeed scintillating electroclash-Zero backdrop of snappy drum machine snares and becomingly softened guitar lines evocative of those spewed forth from David Longstreth’s upturned Strat. “Oh! Why do everyone have to grow old?” she goes and though a lamenting of the human curse lyrically, musically Glass effervesces the youthful zip and fizz of a newly cracked bottle of Supermalt. Superb, however it sounds.