I wanted to cry, but I knew there's no point missing you.

And now for some dreamy semi-retro Euro-chill beats from Sally Shapiro.

To my untrained ear there's a clear bridge here to that whole 1990s chillout scene when those endless compilations would line the racks at HMV. I say that lovingly, seeing as I own more than a few of them, and unlike a lot of my cds, they tend to make the transition onto my iPod.

But to give the pseudonymed Swedish pop-star some credit, this doesn't feel like a retread, just a playful extension of the smooth global grooves that are perfection on a gloomy Sunday morning or a long evening drive.

Miracle