The Swedes used to be dogged by accusations they cleaved rather too closely to the Smiths model, but their new Pretty Decent Swimmers EP takes them in one bound into the upper echelons of the Scandoindiepop model. Admittedly you could easily make the same note about at least one of these four songs, but elsewhere the liquid jangle and vocals that come across with cocksure swagger but harbour thoughts of self-questioning and things going wrong, here diverted by ideas of escape and the travails of holiday romance, exhibit a confidence and swing of their own.
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