For Weeks

Oh ok then, Henrik Björnsson sounds like some kind of deadpan cynical cowboy fronting a hybrid Pet Shop Boys / drugged-up psychadelic shoegazey type bunch of reprobates and the sentiments are mostly downbeat or nihilistic.

But that don’t mean it isn’t good to chug along and indulge, neither. Oh no boy, there’s much to be had in wallowing in love until you’re insane in ‘Freaks,’ or ‘Poison Ape,’ which somehow thumps together Adam and the Ants, The Stooges and a merman’s voice from beyond the grave. Not the easiest to dance to, but that’s hardly the point. It really is pop with its guts turned inside out and re-spliced in nearly the same place.