The Boys of Scandinavia hail from Helsinki, Finland. They make dark sounding electro with lyrical, ‘song-like’ mantras over the beat. Their music hails the future whilst harking back to the early days of synthesiser pop music, and the birth of acid house.
‘Why Do You Love Me’ is a searing, dipping nihilistic and slightly frenzied ditty built on a thumping, surging four-beat. It is catchy to the point of compulsive obsession, with a big old aircraft hangar rave feel seeping out from underneath both the disco synthesiser beats and the simplistic, self-abusive quatrains of low self worth that pervade this warped, wired and distorted perception of romantic love.
The trip takes us through three mixes of a track that after three listens will have the body swaying and the feet kicking out on the pulse. Arms and legs throw crazy shapes and if you’re lucky (or maybe unlucky) it’s the kind of noise that makes you shut your eyes and believe. Believe that you’re in a venue with four thousand other souls amidst a sea of glow sticks, all locked into the one sonic groove that holds our heads together, that then threatens to pull us all apart brain cell by brain cell via a rigorous self/strip search of the soul that turns up nothing of any value whatsoever.
Give it a few listens at a decent volume, and the repetitive feel of both the pained, strained, Lydon-esque lyrics and the paranoid disco-electro pulse will make you twist and turn towards it, and away, until you’re dancing, eyes closed, losing all sense of direction, and yet keeping your feet in the place you might lose your head
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It gets you like an anti-anthem, a pitch black undercurrent that finally here has been ritually blessed with the words to give it a shape. All three versions of the tune clock in just under four minutes, so you can hear this as though it were part of the live show, or imagine it seamlessly woven into the mix as the DJ darkens the beat. If you are anywhere else, you will forget your surroundings entirely.
Why do you love me?
Frighteningly addictive, this could be house music for the lost souls in the twilight zone, or simply a manic soundtrack that gives you the tribal rhythms needed to get that title, that $64,000 question expressed in jerking, yearning dance moves of your own tainted invention. Whether you have ever asked that question in your life is irrelevant. If you have, you may find part, or all of the answer echoing and bouncing in here somewhere. Solid, solid stuff!
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