The girl's got spunk. Ida Maria, Sweden's latest musical export to dominate the blogs and win over American hipsterdom, is no retiring coquette. A single spin through full-length debut Fortress Round My Heart is enough to reveal her as someone less concerned with music's artistry than its capacity for unbounded emotion.

The girl's got spunk.

Ida Maria, Sweden's latest musical export to dominate the blogs and win over American hipsterdom, is no retiring coquette. A single spin through full-length debut Fortress Round My Heart is enough to reveal her as someone less concerned with music's artistry than its capacity for unbounded emotion.

She works with a pretty standard pop-rock palette, but Ida Maria's music is a pleasant reminder of how much can still be wrung from big guitars and rousing shouts - and a convicting alarm call to stop wasting time with bands half as vivacious.

Every joyous shout of "I like you so much better when you're naked!" bursts with a youthful vigor you can't concoct in some target-marketing laboratory. She shreds her vocals cords on "Forgive Me" without cleaning up the mess, and though her howls on "Louie" border on Bjork territory, she's all passion, no pretense.

All this suggests she's probably a knockout live performer, one of those magnetic presences whose mistakes are elevated to happy accidents. See for yourself Tuesday at The Basement.