While promoting their debut album, 2021âs Believer, Catharina Stoltenberg and Henriette Motzfeldt, the duo behind the cult alt-pop duo Smerz, remarked upon the fact that doing press interviews and photo shoots wasnât exactly something they enjoyed. You could chalk that up to the fact that, as Scandinaviansâdividing their time between Oslo, where theyâre from, and Copenhagenâself-promotion doesnât come totally naturally to them. (Perhaps the Danish concept of Janteloven, which speaks to a wider moral code woven through Nordic society discouraging expressions of personal ambition or success, is to blame.)
Talking to them in the week before the release of their stellar second album, Big City Life, I have to ask first: Has that element of being a musician got any easier for them, or begun to feel more natural? âNo,â says Stoltenberg, without hesitation.
âNo,â Motzfeldt adds, with an apologetic laugh. âSorry about that.â
âBut, you know, sometimes itâs good to have these conversations,â Stoltenberg continues. âAfter you make some music and youâre getting ready to put it out into the world, itâs nice to try to sit down and figure out what it is, or what happened here. Even if the conversations are a bit more vague or open-ended, I think itâs a good reminder for us that⦠thatâs okay.â
Thereâs certainly a mysterious, open-ended quality to Smerzâs music, although given the remarkable precision of their songwriting and production, âvagueâ isnât necessarily the word I would use. On Big City Life, the duo flit deftly between genresâdream pop, glitchy electro, power ballads, shoegaze, even shades of trip-hop on album closer âEasyââwhipping up all these textures into a sonic soufflé that is uniquely their own. And where their previous records have erred towards the cryptic (at least lyrically), on Big City Life, theyâre making room for big, overwhelming feelings: take the brazenly sensual yearning captured on the twinkling âBig Dreams,â or the woozy rush of being head-over-heels in love so beautifully captured on lead single âYou Got Time and I Got Money,â the melody of which you could just as easily imagine being sung in a smoky 1920s Paris jazz club as at an underground club night in 2020s Berlin.