Kings Of Convenience

Boys, take note. This is an album to play for the ladies. Share those headphones, take a walk at sunset, and show her that you have worldly music tastes (these guys are Norwegian!) and a romantic side (but one that's not too cheesy). That album cover pretty much says it all -- the music within is like Simon & Garfunkel hitting the same beach that has Jack Johnson flipping banana pancakes. But dang it if that acoustic picking and those hushed harmonies -- as delicate as the sand tickling their toes -- aren't carefree and catchy and perfect for declaring your own dependence.