Loney, Noir is like a one-night stand — uncomplicated and easy to fall for, with no real thought or attachment required. Indeed, Swedish import and one-man band Emil Svanängen asks nothing of his listeners; he is simply eager to please. Self-penned songs offer a vulnerable, often romantic side that is as comfortable and soothing as a pint of Ben & Jerry’s — though just like the dessert, the album’s excessive sweetness can become unpalatable after a while.

But the tracks’ saccharine appeal can only be blamed on Svanängen’s disarming vocals. His reedy falsetto is the binding force throughout the album because despite the fact that his songs are assailed by a marching band of acoustic guitars, flutes and, yes, even the proverbial bells and whistles, his paper-thin, rocket-high voice somehow manages to be heard over it all.

The sentimental and forlorn “I Will Call You Lover Again”” and the melodious chimes of fan favorite “I Am John”” illuminate his talent at concocting music that begins with soft electronics, then builds in instrumental density and momentum. Even tracks like the drearily forlorn “And I Won’t Cause Anything at All”” end triumphantly. Clearly, this is a one-night stand that strives to ride off happily into the sunset in the end — with or without the girl.