I know I’m in the minority when I say that I thoroughly enjoy listening to punk bands in their non-English tongues. (Not having English translations doesn’t bother me at all.) I liken it to foreign and silent movies. With silent movies, you watch them differently, pay attention to other details. One of the senses is limited; the others sharpen. Sweden’s Vånna Inget punch my ticket. Wonderful female-fronted melodic punk in line with Masshysteri and Knugen Faller (Ny Vag dripping all over the place, but not from Umea as far as I can tell.) Karolina has a wonderful roll of her r’s and spectacular enunciation, the band is mid-tempo, and wound tight, like how I imagine Blondie if they were more punk and less disco. Vånna Inget establishes a space, a mood, and constant force that’s not gnarly, but tight and on pressure points. Nice. What’s potentially lost as a non-Swedish understander-er? Singing along. I think I can rightly assume they’re not racist, homophobic, sexist, or classist and here’s what I’ve poorly patched together. The band’s name means “No Tank.” I think it’s less war tank, more of like a cistern, but could be wrong. Tankless? The song titles translate to: “I WillFlyUntil I FindHome,” “Spit in the Wind,” “Distress,” and “Our Dreams Are Dead.” Oooh, yeah. Add that to your English-Swedish of Volvo, Ikea, meatballs, and women’s volleyball team.
–todd (Erste Theke Tonträger, erstetheketontraeger.blogspot.com, [email protected])