Hafdis Huld has the kind of voice that immediately evokes sugar, spice, and everything nice. One part Ali Howard (Lucky Soul), three parts summer of love; it’s the kind of instrument that seems intent on landing her sophomore album “Synchronised swimmers” directly into schlock territory. Thankfully, Huld seems intent on playing against type, crafting indie folk that’s as unexpectedly playful as it is sweet. From “Könguló”’s angular island beats to the understated banjo of “Action man”, there’s enough subtle variation to skirt syrup and assure that Huld is the real deal. Really.