In a time when not a day goes by without being exposed, often unintentionally, to the proto-punk radiation of small garage bands that mimic each other to exhaustion, it might be wise to start "taking refuge elsewhere." At least for an hour or so. Bergen-Norway. Just a few days ago there was a new all-time record for rainfall. A whopping 3000 millimeters of water, but people were more interested in the concert taking place in a small local venue. The Magnet, the musical project behind which the very pale Even Johansen hides, comes from a nation that continues to produce excellent songwriters, indifferent to the fact that the music world is currently helplessly taken over by frenzied electric guitars and very wicked hooded "THEs."
In Johansen's music (as well as in that of Sondre Lerche, for that matter) there is nothing particularly Nordic, quite the opposite. Warm and intimate atmospheres, all shifted towards orange and yellow: a small, mild sun that warms the brain. Somewhere I read that the Magnet "sound a bit like Radiohead without the paranoia." True. The sound is acoustic, with small fragments of minimalist electronics. Reverb is never excessive and there's a whisper that could be that of Nick Talbot, Samuel Beam, or simply the person you love.
You've heard it over and over thousands of times, yet each time it's a new experience. Each time, you no longer care about what falls from the sky outside. Whether it's raindrops or frogs.