This debut leaves the future wide open for Hyvönen, and I for one can’t wait to hear what she does next.  Full text...

She is able to add some great individualism to the tried and true piano ballads.  Full text...

It's not unique, even if it's from a diminutive, pretty Scandinavian blonde who plays piano like a panther.  Full text...

It's not unique, even if it's from a diminutive, pretty Scandinavian blonde who plays piano like a panther.  Full text...

This isn't an album that jumps, hand raised to the listeners' attention. The most deserved compliment is that it plays as though Frida wasn't concerned about external perceptions.  Full text...

There's one genuinely great song here, "Come Another Night", arranged for a full group, which suggests Hyvönen would do well to move beyond the restrictions of the album's denuded settings. In the meantime, I'll be filing Until Death Comes away under �so close yet so far'�  Full text...

Between Hyvonen's knack with a pop melody, her sincere and thoughtful lyrics, and the overall minimalism of the album's arrangements, Until Death Comes is an honest, engaging affair worthy of multiple listens.  Full text...

A little polishing, and some work to expand the range of sounds she corrals to her unique sensibility, and we could have a new must-hear songwriter.  Full text...

The bulk of the tracks are two-minute ditties featuring Hyvönen's elastic vocals over her unadorned piano playing, which for something close to half of the album settles for an agreeable oompah rhythm with only cursory variations from song to song—"I Drive My Friend," "Djuna!," "Today, Tuesday," and "The Modern" feature near-identical instrumentation to varied success.  Full text...