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Before "Shirin," he explained the misery of his hometown of Gothenberg, Sweden and how the only thing worthwhile was his hair-cutter, Shirin. Before "A Postcard to Nina," he confessed how his cheapness caused him to take a harrowing 20 hour bus ride from Sweden to Berlin, just to save a few Euros. Before "Black Cab," in accented but clear English, he relates a story about being at the "dude-fest in Austin," and how he was besieged by legions of people handing him their business cards, which sparked a new hobby of building houses of cards from business cards. "Hopefully," he joked, "the people in LA will continue giving me business cards."

And That's a Pretty Nice Haircut

But for all his ingratiating tendencies, Lekman would be just another nice, occasionally melancholy dude with a guitar were it not for his undeniable ear for melody. Lifting samples from everyone from The Bluebirds to fellow Swedish cohorts, The Tough Alliance, Lekman's tunes would ostensibly be difficult to re-arrange live. And when Lekman came out on an acoustic guitar accompanied only by a guy with a sampler, I feared that this was going to be another one of those "sad bastard" indie shows that I'd wandered into (word to Lightspeed Champion).

Then about five minutes in, after introducing a song as being "about all the bullshit," Lekman's backing band came out: a Viking troupe of Nordic women who Jens has probably ran through like Magic Johnson with the Laker Girls circa '84 (or not). With this mini-orchestra intact, Lekman ran through most of his last record, the excellent A Night Falls on Kortedala as well as the highlights of its predecessor, Oh You're So Silent, Jens, including "Black Cab," "Maple Leaves," and "A Sweet Summer Night on Hammer Hill," with its nostalgia-inducing flashback of being a teenager and listening to Warren G's "Regulate" in the summer of 93. Granted, "Regulate" came out in the summer of 1994, but "3" rhymes with "G" and besides, he's Swedish, what're you gonna do?

As a front-man, Lekman has a star quality without coming off as histrionic or arrogant. In fact, he's a bit timid but uses it to his advantage, dead-panning sarcastic asides without being obnoxious. If you aren't paying attention, it's easy to mistake Lekman's sweetness for sappiness, but his song's lush sugary arrangements are carefully and exquisitely arranged, with slice-of-life narratives that feel more like short stories than songs. Not to mention that his Swedish Sinatra croon is one of the best in music. Still only 26, Lekman looks like one of the rare songwriters worth paying attention to for the duration of his career. Let's just hope he gets a better nickname than "the Pope of Mope."

Buy A Night Falls Over Kortedala

MP3: Jens Lekman-"The Opposite of Hallelujah" MP3: Jens Lekman-"Friday Night at the Drive-In Bingo"

MP3: Jens Lekman-"You are the Light" MP3: Jens Lekman-"Black Cab"