The leader, a prolific Swede who lives in Denmark, writes the tunes. He plays a dizzying amount of instruments – what a litany of kit the label lists! Baritone ukulele, mandola, acoustic guitars, charango, pedal steel guitar, tenor saxophone, flute and bass clarinet, oiano, organ, celeste, and synthesise oh and not to forget a Langspil Icelandic drone zither. Gustaf’s foil is a much more understocked bassist from Iceland called Skúli Sverrisson with whom the Swede has form. The production style puts everything in a blender and what you get coming out the other end is as silky as a smoothie and probably very good for your digestive system into the bargain. There’s little to stick in your craw. Because there’s nothing jarring here. Maybe it’s too much of a sedative however. And there’s so much scene painting it’s like a travelogue without the scenery. So you could should you choose to close your eyes and drift away, easily imagine a nature documentary maker putting say ‘Letters Melting’ to imagery of a delightful meadow scene complete with butterflies and dappled sunshine.