Tag: Little Jinder

Little Jinder – Pinnochio

“Yes, she is singing what you think she’s singing.“

Tim: Little Jinder, a Swede who until today I’d never heard of, which now strikes me as really quite a shame. Lyrics are Swedish – summary: he lied, she broke up with him, now misses him, wishes he didn’t lie so much – except for part of the chorus, where yes, she is singing what you think she’s singing.

Tim: Bit of a weird line to suddenly jump into English for, but never mind.

Tom: You could have convinced me that it was just an unfortunate-sounding Swedish expression, but sure. I guess that (and the “ride or die” in the next line) are, like “bon appetit” or “schadenfreude”, just not the same in Swedish.

Tim: You can probably guess where I’m sitting with regards to this, with its Frida Sundemo and stoned CHVRCHES vibe, and you’d be absolutely right.

Tom: Yep, this is a pretty good track. And, lyrics aside, that’s a heck of a chorus.

Tim: I can, of course, identify flaws: it’s a repetitive chorus (although useful if you want to learn to count in Swedish), and that one English line does stick out annoyingly. On the other hand, the rest of it is so good that I really don’t care. This is lovely, and now I’m off to explore her back catalogue NO NOT LIKE THAT.

Tom: Well, that’s a new euphemism for me.

Little Jinder – Parked My Heart

I was trying to stop myself falling asleep.

Tim: The problem with SoundCloud is that occasionally the waveforms it presents bear little to no resemblance to the actual song.

Tom: That is an obscure complaint to make.

Tim: Take this, for example.

Tom: That looks like “long intro, BOOM, quiet bit, key change.” I’m guessing it’s not?

Tim: Well, let’s have a listen.

Tim: Up to about a minute in, I was trying to stop myself falling asleep, with the assumption that at that point, a big beat was going to drop and the song wouldn’t be quite so dull. Obviously it didn’t, and in fact carried on pretty much exactly the same. But never mind, I thought, because something’s bound to happen at two minutes, surely. It must do, no? Er, no. Actually, no. It is just this throughout.

Tom: Disappointing.

Tim: BUT, I then realised that while I’d been focussing on what I assumed the song would become, I’d entirely missed out on what the song actually was, which is a rather mellow piece of… actually I have no idea how to place this, genre-ifically.

Tom: Okay, first of all, that’s not a word.

Tim: Erm, it totes is, actually.

Tom: I actually let out a noise something akin to “gnnnnnnnnng” when I read that. Just so you know. And secondly: well, yeah, you’re right. It’s not the type of music we normally cover, and to be honest it’s not to my taste. It’s… pleasant enough, I suppose?

Tim: Well, it’s nice. It’s gentle, it’s charming and if I were feeling poetical and a bit over the top I might even say beautiful, and it’s a light soundtrack to a summery morning lying in a park. Next to her heart, presumably.

Tom: That just makes me wonder where the rest of her is.