As if arbitrarily ranking one’s favorite albums of the year isn’t an absurd enough task, we leave you for the weekend with our favorite songs of 2008. Check David’s list at the bottom of the post…

Swedish pop minx, Lykke Li, is in Camden town and is poised to play what must be one of her biggest gigs yet and, judging by the hoards of young females in imitating attire, it is the perfect setting for a triumphant gig. As the designated stage time fades into the distance without us even catching a glimpse of Li, the crowd grows expectant and a little impatient. The mutterings around Koko are now dotted dangerously with words such as “diva”, “late” and “again”.
In the best, weirdest, wrongest, most poptastic pop, contradictions are the shit. Sweden’s Lykke Li is both pop puppet and producer-svengali-puppet master; awkward and a brilliant manager of that awkwardness. She doesn’t just pull her own strings, she ties them into intricate knots that could keep armies of scouts occupied. Her songs sound a bit like mid-Eighties dance-pop of the ‘Til Tuesday variety (as orchestrated by a compiler of logic puzzles) but she refuses to analyse the process: “For me it’s really important – when music is uptempo – that it has a groove, you know? All good music has a groove.” Well, yeah. But the really good stuff – which this is – has so much else, too.
Yall. Lykke Li is alright. Does she write her own music or does she just deliver ‘charismatic performances’ over well produced songs. She kinda reminds me of a sexie old woman/cougar or something like that.

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