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The rise of Sweden's post-pop underground
Stockholm's basements stopped chasing the export sound. What grew there instead is colder, stranger, and finally its own.
For a decade the story told about Swedish music abroad was a story about export: the writing rooms, the choruses built for other people's voices, the machine that turned a small country into a hit factory.
The people in this room are not interested in that story. They grew up on it, they can hear it in their own instincts, and most of the work of the last three years has been spent getting it out of their hands.
What replaces it is harder to name. It is slower than pop and warmer than the noise scene it borrows its rooms from.