I’m debating whether or not I should take an international trip this year, or travel domestically in the interest of conserving resources. Evil K is hitting Scandavia, starting in Iceland, then onto the continent. I am tempted to go, because I am rather infatuated with the sound of Sweden: Jens Lekman* (reminiscent of the Magnetic Fields), the Knife (a Royksopp connection), Jose Gonzales, and Suburban Kids with Biblical Names (the one with best band names that I’ve heard in a while). My indie rock compass points north.
*I’m rather entertained by the intro of this Pitchfork review of Mr. Lekman:
Jens Lekman does not have a girlfriend. This seems to be an injustice on par with the Sony rootkit fiasco and the cancellation of “Arrested Development”. Lekman is charming. He writes orchestral pop songs that swoon like silent movie damsels in distress. He rhymes “chili” with “chilly.” The Swedish singer/songwriter hasn’t been in a relationship for four years. Blaming the music business for his non-existent love life, he recently threatened to quit releasing records to become a telemarketer.