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These wacky Swedes fare best when they downplay their weirdness and just rock hard. Their dumb insults (''She smells like Kurt Loder!'') and pornographic come-ons can be fun, and they're capable of stretching a couple of tunes into tasty jazz treats. But their ballads are boring and their thin vocals can get lost amid the gracelessly stunted art-funk mess.
Posted Aug 04, 1995
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