Those Dancing Days
Words by Damien Gabet
Would you, without any regard for your now growing winter muffin tops, choose cheese cake over cheese board? Could you down three pots of melted Ben and Jerry’s phish food and then glug some more. Yes? Good. You’re the sweet tooth weirdo reader we need, the reader who’ll lap up the honey-roasted Swedish Swedes Those Dancing Days. This all Swede, all girl, all sugar, synth explosion is about ready to do a tangy techni-coloured yawn right down your dirty lug holes. According to Drummer Cissi Efraimsson, ‘An American journalist once described us as ‘sweet as apple-pie pop’ and we quite like that.’ As not to convolute the proceedings, allow me to summarise: Twee...as you fucking like!
Familiar formula isn’t it? What then will save these dancing push-pops from the spent pile at the end of the Shoreditch conveyor belt? It seems their roots and creative compass have a refreshing touch of the classic. ‘Growing up I listened to Bowie, The Smiths and our band name is from a Led Zeppelin song, We’ve all got very different tastes which somehow works well.’
Putting their sound temporarily in the biscuit tin, their aesthetic does also have a certain je ne sais quoi to it. The girls look like they’ve knocked off Dot Cotton’s wardrobe and gone paint-balling wearing the swag. ‘Our singer once said we look and sound like a bit like organised chaos.’
Cultural differences aside, their inimitable sugar heaped spoon is being downed, it seems, by all and sundry. State-side, the Far-East and a whip round the European Union are all on the roster. ‘We can’t believe how well things are going, we’re not looking to be the biggest band ever, we just want to have a bit of fun.’ Track listening provides statement verification. Naïvety and innocence never sounded so good and with music as nubile and daisy-like as its creator, this really is how dance-on-the-spot pop is meant to sound.
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Posted Thu, December 04, 2008