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Review: Sondre Lerche, Sondre Lerche

You have to feel for Sondre Lerche. In the family of modern male singer/songwriters, the Norwegian vocalist is pretty much the Fredo of the bunch. It’s not that he isn’t “smart” or unable to “handle things,” it’s just in a group populated with Sufjan Stevens, Bon Iver and Joseph Arthur, Lerche is the one who’s most often “stepped over.”

For five albums Lerche has dabbled in a variety of musical genres – upbeat pop, mellifluous ballads, acoustic folk, 50s jazz, straight up rock ‘n’ roll – and while it’s all innovative and fresh, there’s not a clear definition of who Sondre Lerche is. No more. On his self-titled sixth album, Lerche has stripped away any pretense and presents himself as a man with a guitar, a sturdy voice and a host of sharp lyrics. He makes a strong case that while he might be passed over by some, it ain’t the way he wants it.

“Ricochet” sets the tone from the outset, pushed by Lerche’s ranging voice, gentle piano, meandering strings and contemplative lyrics. When he sings “We’re almost emptied out/ Sentimental echoes, cynical with doubt/ Hard to make believe nothing means anything to me,” you understand how impressive a wordsmith he’s become.

It’s followed by “Private Caller,” the album’s best song, which excels by combining perfect pop with creative bridges and musical interludes. It’s a recurring theme throughout the 10-song, 40-minute collection – Lerche finds unconventional ways to bring a bit of daring into each piece of the puzzle.

At times, there’s a clever spot of fun. “Coliseum Town” starts as a country ditty until the strings enter, making an unmistakable sound – and suddenly you realize the Norwegian singer has referenced “Norwegian Wood.” I had to laugh.

But the cleverness doesn’t always hit the mark, with some homages becoming too obvious (more Beatles adulation throughout the overly-long “Tied Up To The Tide,” the patented Stevie Wonder harmonica near the end of “Living Dangerously”). Yet the album ending “When The River” dives back into Lerche’s forte – a lively tune flitting with rhythm and vocals for a festive menagerie.

While Lerche may not be as celebrated as the others in his oeuvre, he’s developed a distinct album, and you’re sure to know it was him. But this time, it won’t break your heart.

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