The Lacking Details

Norwegian death pop worthy of Dave Brubeck with its catchy off-meter hooks takes you through a rainbow-colored tunnel of sharp candy shards.

Martin is baring his soul, exposing his darkest secrets in a whispered croon, here inside this closet.

Solid songs that mix a generous dollop of traditional country elements with a big scoop of indie pop.

Heavenly melodies, luscious harmonies, over-chorused guitar jangles, and a sunny sparkling delivery make this suitable for ‘90s 4AD fans.

Multilayered excursions into the analog and digital realms, blurring everything into a psychoactive tapestry.

Eminently danceable and frequently dark, this is what robots put on to seduce each other

Punchy and punch drunk laments wrapped in glorious blankets of fuzz and overgained vocals.

Well-produced synth / indie pop, with clear female vocals and a variety of styles, from dance-floor anthems to wispy desert ballads.

Hailing from the original wave of shoegaze, the band delivers the expected dosage of swooping guitar amidst dream-state vocals and rock rhythms

The beat rules supreme, the instrumentation is slinky, the vocals are coaxing you to the dance floor, and the whole thing says you’re going to be up all night.