Concert Review: Sondre Lerche

When describing Sondre Lerche (say: SON-drah LER-kay), the word “charming” will not suffice. 

​Spouting witty wordplay in slightly accented English while grinning shyly at the crowd, the Norwegian songwriter teetered on the verge of being downright precious. Since he shuffled onto the scene in 2002, Lerche has plucked musical tropes from the far corners of the pop genre, ranging from polished bossa-nova jingles to simple folk ballads. Perhaps the only constant throughout Lerche’s large collection of ditties is his undeniable charisma. Let’s be frank: there’s a reason that two-thirds of the Record Bar was comprised of young, bright-eyed female show-goers on Tuesday night. (Lerche’s cute, but between his sweetheart sense of humor, scruffy persona and sheer musical talent, it’s a good bet that most of the chicks in the crowd swooned at the thought of being the muse behind Lerche’s wry lyrical affections.)