Rating: NN
The second album from Gothenburg, Sweden’s jj begins with a minor-key, self-serious interpretation of the chorus in Lil Wayne’s My Life. That should be enough to make you want to avoid this.
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The duo’s first album was full of forward-looking, fresh-thinking musical ideas. This compilation of afterthoughts casts doubt on that assessment. jj don’t just make mistakes they make charmless and unlikeable mistakes.
Mopey, twee, orchestral, downbeat – the duo cover all these bases in the flattest, most sophomoric way. Worse, though, is that the album sounds like a bunch of outtakes.
There are some nice melodic turns, as in the Magnetic Fieldsish You Know, but in the context of the other sad sack tracks, those feel like detours.
Top track: You Know
jj play the Phoenix April 4.
