The jazzy "Roads" turns an angry mood somber with a creeping acoustic guitar hook and downbeat trumpet solo, as muted cello and violin contours intertwine. A melodic world-music wail winds through "Shekina," while "Where the Sun Never Dies" collapses abruptly, exposing a fading dance beat. Even the most overt testimonials are buried in nondenominational Oprah-isms -- "We've been trying too long/To cover up His fingerprints/From a distant past . . . My spirit is freezing like ice in this heat." Forget their benefactors from Southtown; when Blindside gives pause to its wall o' guitar, the Swedes sound more like mercurial Twilight Singers.