Deconstructed medieval folk? We're not sure what this is but it's singular, Swedish and sort of great.
The solo project of prolific Swedish underground mainstay Gustaf Dicksson, Blod is a place for Dicksson to tear apart his cultural heritage and rebuild it with charm and a fair helping of humor. There's comparisons that could be drawn between "Missvaxt" and the oddball CDR/cassette-dwelling world of the New Weird America set - Dicksson's warbling, DIY styles resonate with a similar outsider twang. But the world of Blod is unabashedly European, and hinged around a very Swedish comic misery.
Each track feels like its own self-contained universe, one might dip a toe into acid rock ('Missvaxt') while the next could be a medieval flute jam ('Forradaren'). The best is saved for last, where Astrid Øster Mortensen joins on vocals for a sweet, sad folksy conclusion to a proudly weird slice of Swedish oddness.
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Deconstructed medieval folk? We're not sure what this is but it's singular, Swedish and sort of great.
The solo project of prolific Swedish underground mainstay Gustaf Dicksson, Blod is a place for Dicksson to tear apart his cultural heritage and rebuild it with charm and a fair helping of humor. There's comparisons that could be drawn between "Missvaxt" and the oddball CDR/cassette-dwelling world of the New Weird America set - Dicksson's warbling, DIY styles resonate with a similar outsider twang. But the world of Blod is unabashedly European, and hinged around a very Swedish comic misery.
Each track feels like its own self-contained universe, one might dip a toe into acid rock ('Missvaxt') while the next could be a medieval flute jam ('Forradaren'). The best is saved for last, where Astrid Øster Mortensen joins on vocals for a sweet, sad folksy conclusion to a proudly weird slice of Swedish oddness.
Deconstructed medieval folk? We're not sure what this is but it's singular, Swedish and sort of great.
The solo project of prolific Swedish underground mainstay Gustaf Dicksson, Blod is a place for Dicksson to tear apart his cultural heritage and rebuild it with charm and a fair helping of humor. There's comparisons that could be drawn between "Missvaxt" and the oddball CDR/cassette-dwelling world of the New Weird America set - Dicksson's warbling, DIY styles resonate with a similar outsider twang. But the world of Blod is unabashedly European, and hinged around a very Swedish comic misery.
Each track feels like its own self-contained universe, one might dip a toe into acid rock ('Missvaxt') while the next could be a medieval flute jam ('Forradaren'). The best is saved for last, where Astrid Øster Mortensen joins on vocals for a sweet, sad folksy conclusion to a proudly weird slice of Swedish oddness.
Deconstructed medieval folk? We're not sure what this is but it's singular, Swedish and sort of great.
The solo project of prolific Swedish underground mainstay Gustaf Dicksson, Blod is a place for Dicksson to tear apart his cultural heritage and rebuild it with charm and a fair helping of humor. There's comparisons that could be drawn between "Missvaxt" and the oddball CDR/cassette-dwelling world of the New Weird America set - Dicksson's warbling, DIY styles resonate with a similar outsider twang. But the world of Blod is unabashedly European, and hinged around a very Swedish comic misery.
Each track feels like its own self-contained universe, one might dip a toe into acid rock ('Missvaxt') while the next could be a medieval flute jam ('Forradaren'). The best is saved for last, where Astrid Øster Mortensen joins on vocals for a sweet, sad folksy conclusion to a proudly weird slice of Swedish oddness.