When Nancy Sinatra performed in Oslo in 2002, Norwegian newspaper VG carried a front-page photo with the headline "Tragic". Yet when she performed this year at Morrissey's Meltdown in London, a wander through the auditorium during the legendary "These Boots Were Made For Walking"elicited scenes reminiscent of a walkabout by Robbie Williams. Style rules over substance, in the capital at least. And it's undoubtedly style rather than content that's on show on this quasi-comeback album, for which she dresses herself in the musical equivalent of the finest threads.
The pick of two near-simultaneous EP releases from the 22-year-old Swede, the four-track Maple Leaves is little short of astounding. While its counterpart, the Rocky Dennis EP, is all soft light and strings, this one swings moods with abandon. A droll miserablist of Smiths vintage, Lekman intones like a baroque Stephin Merritt on the Left Banke-filching "Black Cab": "Oh no Goddamn/I missed the last tram/I killed the party again/Goddamn Goddamn".