I love this singer.
I am, in awe of the groove.
And Mette Lindberg.
METTE LINDBERG.
I've definitely posted this before but who gives A SHIT.
Their style is usually a bit more psychedelic than this wondrously delightful song, but overall it's weird.
I think it's best summed up by this horrible reviewer who hates Mette Lindberg and calls her an annoying singer :
"Frankly, the appeal of the whole album's real hard to put into words. On one hand, it's easy to be very taken away by the album's wild sense of life - it's pulsing and very upbeat tone, the wild energy it somehow crams into shorter songs not a hair under 3 and a half minutes - with a few exceptions. But even that's kind of a stretch, especially when a good quarter of the album is fill of filler and tracks that the album could of gone without, and that vocalist who keeps singing in that voice that sounds like she's got the microphone halfway up her vagina doesn't help. It's still more than worthy to carry this band's definitely promising name, and it's definitely something to get into - the unique sound will wrap over you like a sodden blanket. But approach with an open mind - it's an album to grow towards. Like a hand of FreeCell - no matter how annoying it may seem at first, you'll get hooked soon if you give it a chance."
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