Over the past few years, Copenhagen has incubated a new strain of what you might call “minimal, hypnagogic pop.” It’s the kind of thing that venerates mood as much as melody. It’s already wound its way into the songwriting of locals like Erika de Casier and Astrid Sonne, and it’s mutated once again on Rocky Top Ballads, the debut album from scene stalwart Fine Glindvad. These are big, gauzy tracks, indebted as much to the dreamworlds of Cocteau Twins and Mazzy Star as to electronic abstractionists like Dean Blunt. Fine’s voice, floating dead center like a friendly apparition, guides us through the record. There’s a sort of Danish take on Americana here, too—dig that sun-streaked guitar—that gives the whole project a pleasant sort of placelessness. Here, dreams have no bounds.