For several years now, the best American pop music has been coming from Sweden. These happy Europeans make me want to grow a beard. I want to look at blades of grass for hours on end. I don't have a care in the world. I may even wanna get a girlfriend again.
It's pretty hard to describe a Miike Snow show in traditional music terms. The fine line between singing (by Wyatt and his band mates, as well as the crowd) and a Wall of Sound that might be the bastard child of Phil Spector and Erasure was a tough one to locate.