The theory is no longer just a theory: it has been proven. Sweden, the country of snow and funny accents, is now the official musical capitol of the world.
Taking influences like The Who and Small Faces and milking these foundations of sound, until ultimately, all hope is vanquished in a wash of artless banality.
Ultrasound, retaining some of its playground playfulness, is, in my opinion, the only time I ever remember an album I love following up a debut I hated.
A series of records devoted to power pop, which essentially means catchy, guitar-based, American-sounding pop tunes. It’s 21 of those songs – in a row.