BOO, our first-ever album, is now and forevermore available in the United States of America, the land that made us make the music we make. Get your copy burning-hot off the press! 26 April: Like a band of gypsy soldiers, we arrive panting and sweating and exhilarated at the day of release, the day our debut album BOO has become available in the wide vast territory of the USA. Having shed our first tears, laughed our first laughs, learned our first words, sang our first songs, stepped our first steps, eaten our first marshmallow fluff, loved our first loves, dreamed our first dreams in American temperatures, we feel absolutely blessed to be given the opportunity to give back a bit of music to our place of beginnings. Like it or not, this is our first stab in the dark, our first powered-up and belted-forth musical moment on record. And as I learned in middle school under a Midwestern sky, the butterflies of my first kiss thrashing around in my stomach alongside a school lunch of mock chicken leg, powdered mashed potatoes and a mini carton of 2% milk, "To thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man." (William Shakespeare)
Thank you for giving us your ears, however briefly or endlessly you may stay.
| ANIMAL single As featured on both BBC radio (Gideon Coe) and XFM (John Kennedy), get the single 'Animal' now! |
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| HANDS AND KNEES single | Scandinavia |
| A collection of loose, organic songs with plenty of breathing space... Preposterous, sexy, and fun. BBC Music |
| Give it enough time, and ‘Boo’ might surprise you. The Fly |
| Kulturbloggen | Dagbladet |
| DN.se | DT.se |
| A selection of Italian reviews |
| Uncut | Spoonfed |
| Teletext - 7/10 | Audioscribbler - 8/10 |
| The Line Of Best Fit - 67% | Drowned In Sound - 8/10 |
| Chimpomatic - 4/5 | youbloom.de |
| Muso's Guide | Artrocker |
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As always when one is about to tell an interesting story, the first question that comes to mind is: where to begin?
Do I begin mid-Carter era when our heroes were born, both on the wings of a warm wind swooping over the wild southwestern plains. Or do I begin where the two siblings, Sarah Parthemore Snavely and Jacob Donald Snavely, are separated and left to search each for their own lives and times, where they began to wander the earth not really knowing where home was until they figured it was just nowhere and simply kept on wandering, from Missoula where time seems to fly differently than it does anywhere else, to Wisconsin where the streets are long and grey, to Honolulu, to a gritty 90’s London, to the devil knows where, to San Francisco, and we all know what goes on there.
Or do I begin where things really begin to matter, on the day when the Snavely siblings woke up to a clear but unfamiliar sky to find that they were no longer separated but sharing a one-room crow’s nest in a bourgeoise part of Stockholm in the far lands of Sweden.
I suppose that is where they actually begin, the adventures of the two reunited siblings that not too long after that strange new morning became known as Dag för Dag.
For the two wanderers with no place to call home, Sweden seemed as good a place as any to settle down for a while, buy a bicycle, fall in love, fall from grace, wake up new, pick up a guitar, steal a 4-track, take mercy on an abandoned piano, and get to work.
Now, that may all be fair and square.
But what to do when you find yourself having done all that it takes to make a strange place your home, and you sit there by your abandoned piano, clutching your stolen 4-track, and it all washes over you. The faces you have left behind and the ones you have learned to love, the scents and stenches of your past and present, the sound of an unintelligible language that no one in their right mind would ever care to understand drowning out the stinging lullabies of the kid with scraped knees and a prematurely toughened heart you once were.
What then?
You put it in songs, my dears. You make your guitar scream out the words you can’t, you let that old piano do your crying and you chew your knuckles bloody out of joy, out of desire, out of sorrow and of rage, and you do it like Dag för Dag, day by day.
For Dag för Dag, the first question that comes to mind is no longer where to begin, but where this life will take them next.
My guess is plain and simple. Far.
Bebban Stenborg
Los Angeles,
October 2008