The alchemical formula to transform formal, minor key violins and proper Victorian speak into an aural tickle that makes skulls grin and devils tap their toes.
Voivod created an art style and their own font while that Rob Zombie guy was still doodling in high school notebooks and trying to score with cheerleaders.
These Swedes meld folk, that uplifting sweep of melodic heavy metal, some enchanting acoustic dreams, and a bit of gruff-voiced In Flames-esque material.
Sometimes it’s explosive carnage, sometimes it’s crisp sing-alongs, but it’s always unpredictably musical yet so familiar. This is what pop really could be.