Imagine staying up late one night, fine-tuning your radio to the different frequencies: Noise, absurd philosophical wonderings in and about the big dipper, noise, jerky, broken phrases of free-form improv, grandiose space epics, noise, and all of a sudden, the delicate harmonies of a soft-singing choir. In other words, a wildly unpredictable combination of music and stories.

When WBS was named Jazz Debutant of the year in 2012, by the Swedish national radio, the somewhat grave and sombre Swedish jazz scene gained a rare commodity. Their music ingeniously incorporates scenes of space travel, penguins, ninjas and the heroes of every-day life with jarring whit an earnest sense of humour. You are unrestrainedly thrown between disarming hilarity, and teary-eyed awe; its not often you hear lyrics so perceptive and piercing, so accurately on the mark.