One of those Swedish pop bands that never quite made it here or in Europe, Cinnamon put out a couple of largely acoustic albums in the late 90s before disappearing into seclusion (or so it seemed, not that there were many people paying attention). Previously on a major label, Cinnamon reappeared in 2000 a different band: not only was their sound far fuller and glossier than before, but they’d jumped over to March Records, an indie label in the States. In a way they were swept out of one trend (Scandinavian pop, thanks to the Cardigans) and into another (Indie europop, thanks to no one in particular).

Seems that Vertigo didn’t do much for the band either, because after 2000 we lose track of them again. A lot of March projects seem to end up that way (hello, Kitty Craft), but such is life; instead we’re left with this album of sacchrine, lushly orchestrated pop, wrapped up in the sweet, girlish voice of Frida Diesen. It won’t save the world, but it’s pretty good music.