First of all, Swedish Death Candy are not Swedish, they’re British. They just hate that gross Swedish licorice. Join the club.
We could really drill down on the dark majesty of this blistering debut album if we had more time, the takeaway here is that it’s basically Neil Young if he was a punk rocker and planned on living forever. While they maintain a bedrock of swirvy, swirly doom - think Cathedral without the bullshit or Monster Magnet with more monster - this is really a pretty fucking groovy psychedelic rock’n’roll record. While it never goes so far that you’re lost in the woods forever, there are a good few minutes of hardcore, free-flowing, I-am-naked-and-maybe-dying moments in here, particularly during the pretty incredible single Love You Already and the skull-rattling opener Last Dream.
Like their spiritual forebears in JAMC, the Stooges or Daisy Chainsaw, SDC offer a near-perfect balance of pop perfection and bone-gnawing dissonance. No matter how noisy it gets, you’re never too far away from a tasty hook lurking just around the corner. Unlike the chewy fish they’re named after, this is some seriously tasty shit.