You have whistled that hook in a grocery store within the last decade without once wondering who wrote it.
They did, and the interesting part is everything around it — two decades of Swedish pop that is considerably more melancholy and stranger than the one song everybody can hum suggests. Seeing them is a slightly disorienting experience: you arrive for the whistle and spend the rest of the set realising you have been under-rating a serious catalogue. Josh Rouse opens, which is a genuinely thoughtful pairing rather than a filler booking.
Little Italy, doors at seven, music at eight, on a Friday.
October 16, Music Box, 1337 India St. Bring the person who will also admit the song is good. The gap between a band's one famous track and what they actually spend their life doing is the most reliably rewarding thing to go and investigate in a city with this many mid-size rooms.
You have whistled that hook in a grocery store within the last decade without once wondering who wrote it.
They did, and the interesting part is everything around it — two decades of Swedish pop that is considerably more melancholy and stranger than the one song everybody can hum suggests. Seeing them is a slightly disorienting experience: you arrive for the whistle and spend the rest of the set realising you have been under-rating a serious catalogue. Josh Rouse opens, which is a genuinely thoughtful pairing rather than a filler booking.
Little Italy, doors at seven, music at eight, on a Friday.
October 16, Music Box, 1337 India St. Bring the person who will also admit the song is good. The gap between a band's one famous track and what they actually spend their life doing is the most reliably rewarding thing to go and investigate in a city with this many mid-size rooms.
You have whistled that hook in a grocery store within the last decade without once wondering who wrote it.
They did, and the interesting part is everything around it — two decades of Swedish pop that is considerably more melancholy and stranger than the one song everybody can hum suggests. Seeing them is a slightly disorienting experience: you arrive for the whistle and spend the rest of the set realising you have been under-rating a serious catalogue. Josh Rouse opens, which is a genuinely thoughtful pairing rather than a filler booking.
Little Italy, doors at seven, music at eight, on a Friday.
October 16, Music Box, 1337 India St. Bring the person who will also admit the song is good. The gap between a band's one famous track and what they actually spend their life doing is the most reliably rewarding thing to go and investigate in a city with this many mid-size rooms.