Debut EP by PIG. Heartwrenching and wild, yet precise as geometry.
Directed by Victor Gutierrez. Featuring Nick Castro.
Editor: Carolina Aguirre
Colorist: John O’Riordan
Stylist: Thomas Cohen
FX Makeup: Elizabeth Hedley
FX Assistant: Helen Currie
Self-titled album from Priest. 10 tracks to caress you smoothly, sparkle up your life and fuck you over.
“We recorded this song by Whitesnake a while back but then just sort of forgot about it. It didn’t fit with what we were doing at the time I guess. We still like it though. Hope you like too.”
Song released in April, 2015.
By Karl X Johan.
You think that you can turn friendship into love, but you can’t.
Filmed and directed by Kristian Bengtsson.
Edited with Fredrik Wenzel.
Costume and set design by Sara Forsberg.
Acting and photos by Björn Tuvesson.
Swedish smalltown hero Olsson’s first single is a package holiday to your inner self, to loneliness, to your childhood, through your parent’s home, into your future, beyond love and over the mountains, through the sun.
Surreal marks the first single from World Tour since 2012. On their nearly two-years spent off the radar, the band describes going “back to the mountains convinced they couldn’t return until they had forged the music equivalent of the sword Excalibur”.
Julen är en underbar tid. Varm och murrig. Man kan vara med familjen. Man kan få presenter. Man kan vara ledig.
Julen kan också vara en vidrig tid. Om man är ensam och inte har nånstans att ta vägen, kan det vara den värsta tiden. Det är svinkallt ute och det lyser varmt och färgglatt i de andras fönster.
Jag har sett en kvinna löpa amok på tunnelbanan på julafton. Sjunga glatt och dra av sig kläderna.
Jag har sett en vuxen man dra ner byxorna och bajsa på Stora Nygatan i mellandagarna.
Själv har jag mest tagit ut det på mig själv. Suttit ensam hemma och ruvat på min plan.
Julen är en underbar tid. Den förtjänar sina fina melodier och sina glada sånger. Julen är också en usel tid och även den tiden förtjänar sina fina melodier och euforiska sånger.
Det här är en julsång till alla som kan finna hopp, glädje och värme i den! Eller bara en motvikt till allt det andra.
don’t move for 200 years, only sway in the wind with feet
safely anchored knee-deep in earth.
your restlessness? A restless tree, what a sad humor. A petty
travel in generations, each contracted for a lifetime.
wonder if they gossip. The Oak to the birch about their far and
away offspring exploring the outer perimeters of biology.
about the frontier, cutting edge. Voices from the rim.
letter from a pigeon every now and then from a lonely oak who
pushed himself beyond the tree line. One who went for it.
One of awe. In a spectator sport cheered on by thousands
of applauding leaves in the wind.
a species. An ambassador saying “I work alone”, reluctant
to represent his masses.
unproven breed, a divine seed.
If you love someone, never set them free.
Their first real one. Imagined and directed by Olivia Kastebring.
Director: Olivia Kastebring
DoP: Adam Nilsson
Editor: Viktor Skogqvist
Grade: Adam Nilsson
Thanks to: Leif Karlsson & Mia Dahlqvist
Music that could only have been made among the remote hills of northern Sweden. Welcome to Emotion, World Tour, protectors of the realm. Don’t ever leave Funäsdalen.
Funäsdalen: A good place to live – a good place to die.
Filmed on location using two Robinson R44 Raven II helicopters.
Music video by Emotion.
Director & DoP: Kristian Bengtsson
Costume & Styling: Sara Forsberg
Editing: Marcus Söderlund
Gardener: Henning Fürst
I was young
I didn’t have much fun
I walked the streets alone
In mother’s evening clothes
I didn’t know
What I was looking for
I had no clue
’Til I found you
You glanced at me
Down by the urinal
You took my hand
And showed me what I am
My world was never yours
Your tastes far superior
I went out as you came in
So I just walked back in again
Has some poison in his soul
His manners and demeanour
Keep his turmoil in control
Whereas a young man like me
Was susceptible to the poisoned seed
I knew my fate was sealed
The day you planted it in me
Now 40 years
Have come to pass since then
Of pain and shame and longing
My kids are grown
They have kids of their own
At nights I sit alone
And write my little sad stories
Of dreams that were
But never came to be
Of sad and tired lives
And a gentleman’s needs
My world was never yours
Your tastes far superior
I went out as you came in
So I just waltzed back in again
Keeps some poison in his soul
But my all year tan and starched white shirts
Keep my turmoil in control
But once in a while
There are holes in my control
So while my wife’s still sleeping
I head back to the old urinal
Each time God blinks His eyes
He gambles with my soul
It’s been a long time since our friend Kalle J was around, mainly because of his endeavors with Karl X Johan. One day he will be back with an album. This possessed underwater hymn is a huge comfort, for now.
Single released in September, 2012.
Performed by Kalle J. Harmonica by Erik Hogfeldt. Written by Kalle J, Alan Parsons and Eric Woolfson.
Nunzio Fattini’s masterpiece of a first album.
Directors: Michael Immerman and Gabriel Blidö
Director of Photography: Adam Newport-Berra
Editor: Michael Immerman
Sound Design/Mix: Michael Coffman
VFX/Colorist: Drake Miller
Assistant Director: Ian Bell
Assistant Camera: Daniel Stenzel
Sound Recordist: Joseph Schullhoff
P.A./Set Photographer: Mirjam Blidö
Dancers: Diana Frame and Kapono Chung
Given only to Minna Enström.
Single track released in June, 2011.
Double A-side 7″ single.
There’s a fine line between self-disgust and self-belief, a small step from human interaction to complete solitude. Shot at Skeppsbar in Stockholm on December 18th 2010 the video captures what was in many ways just another forgotten gig. Or was it? Let the camera be your witness.
At last, Hwasser returns from a prolonged vacation following the tiresome and draining Klaus Kinski-like havoc experience that was About that promise. Never had so much music been recorded through so many recording channels by so few, they say.
Now please enjoy this sax-drenched take on The Radio Dept.’s The Video Dept.
Released in December, 2010.
Einstein said that he wanted to know how God thinks. On my behalf, I’m not as interested in what he thinks compared to how he might feel. In both cases it’s fairly presumptuous to assume we can think what God thinks, even to feel what God feels. However silly, or not, we keep on trying, and seem pretty darn content with some of our achievements, these scientific and artistic shadows – the food for our own imagination. Maybe, it all taken together paints a rather compelling picture, aids us through our moments here that would otherwise be utter darkness. “I only compose a song in hope to catch God in three minutes of sound. I always fail of course and have to start all over again.”
As we all know, emphasis on the rational versus the intuitive is largely the difference between science and art, these two modes of being, and the various blends of these, constituting the basic difference between artists and scientists. What they have in common though is a distinguished need to formulate and make sense of the world as experienced – through their own chosen language, be it mathematics led by science, or music led by art. And as our lives are both witnessed or experienced without and within, science is painting this absolutely astonishing picture from without, while art does the same from within.
“It is a truth, finally, about creatures, in whose minds, far more deeply interfused than any scientific hypothesis or even any archetypal myth, is the Something whose dwelling is everywhere, the essential Suchness of the world, which is at once immanent and transcendent – “in here” as the profoundest and most ineffable of private experiences and at the same time “out there”, as the mental aspect of the material universe, as the emergence into cosmic mind of the organization of an infinity of organizations perpetually perishing and perpetually renewed.” – Aldous Huxley
“Understanding” in these two realms is what’s makes living exciting and how we explore both outer and inner space. When art manages to communicate our inner experience of this world, it helps us access the deepest modes of satisfaction available to the human personality, then among each-other we rejoice, and celebrate our moment of “understanding”. “Do you FEEL what I FEEL?” Or we might just look at each other and smile. If you feel art, you have no questions, need no more answers, you understand. Art IS the answer. The same goes for science. “Do you THINK what I THINK?” Yes! Let’s have a cigar! Let’s celebrate! And so on and on it goes.
We need to understand. It’s in our nature. Nothing frustrates us more than not understanding. Be it the rational or the emotional. Living in what to us seems like chaos invokes a tremendous anxiety to our species. Understanding on the other hand makes us feel whole, not needing answers, not having any further questions, if only for the fleeting moment, brings us happiness.
New generations come, old leave us, along with their answers. New poets and scientists appear to come to our aid, reformulate and redefine our Universe, our sense of place and purpose. We are not adrift alone in empty space, ladies and gentlemen, whatever mission we might be on here on earth is up to our imagination. God was kindhearted enough to leave some of the making of this world (fun) up to us.
– Nicolas Makelberge
Trimmed, ripped and maximised blockbuster incarnation of Flames. With no expense spared and with a no limit man-hour approach, Johansson makes Tony Scott’s latest look like a Dogma movie. This is the antithesis to D.I.Y.
– Winner for Best Music Video at Swedish Grammy Awards 2012
– Winner for Best Editing at Bergen’s International Film Festival 2011
– Nominated for Best Scandinavian Music Video at Bergen’s International Film Festival 2011
– Nominated for Best Pop Video – International, UK Music Video Awards 2011
Fula Edith – En dag blev vi stora är en skamlös berättelse som inte grottar ner sig i offerskap eller sentimentalitet. Den svävar längst ut på kanten av alla känslor och är en allt-är-sant-berättelse i A5-format.