Phrases to Break the Ice is the sonic equivalent of that midnight sun. It is an album that refuses to acknowledge the cold. From the opening seconds of the lead single, "Campfire," the listener is hit with a jangly, arpeggiated guitar riff that feels like light refracting off a windowpane at 4 AM. There is no wind, no frostbite, no melancholy. There is only forward momentum. Musically, the album wears its influences on its tight, tailored sleeve. The ghost of Julian Casablancas hovers over Mankinen’s vocal delivery—a breathless, slightly detached croon that leans heavily on staccato phrasing. Meanwhile, the rhythm section operates with the metronomic precision of dance-punk, owing a clear debt to Alex Trimble of Two Door Cinema Club.
The album’s title is its own best critique. These songs are the phrases you use when you are nervous, when you are trying to impress someone at a house party, or when you are walking someone home at 3 AM. They are not profound declarations of eternal love; they are clever, anxious, hopeful one-liners.
Listening to it in 2024 (or later) feels like finding an old mix CD in a glove compartment. The band may have shifted styles in later albums (like Vagabonds and Phrases to Break the Ice ’s follow-up, The Golden Years ), but they never quite recaptured the lightning-in-a-bottle innocence of this first outing.