The songs stretch far and wide, from Johnny Cash to Sonny Bono to Robyn Hitchcock, and all with that typical Firewater flair, the booze-soaked, horn-spiked, Eastern Europe-gutter trawling sound conjures up the image of drunken Mariachis in Kosovo.
Rock and roll that’ll remind you of your grandad’s scratchy copy of The Stones’ Between the Buttons and The Creation’s early Mod power pop (Who-style) singles.
Like a Swedish garage rock version of early Donnas, they’re cute, they rock pretty hard, but the singer yelps and hisses like a pissy kitty instead of sings.
Gentle, moody and powdery vocals over a plush tapestry of guitars, light synth and snare, weave a thick warp of easily listenable music with sardonic lyrics.