Makthaverskan's music sounds like dreaming — not the blurry memory post-slumber, but the act itself. There's a spectral presence to the Swedish post-punk band; songs pull from the subconscious to make sense of reality through a haunting, yet gauzy, dream logic. Maja Milner's voice, once a force of King Diamond-like wailing, hasn't necessarily cooled, but tenders itself to the forlorn "This Time," a heartbroken lament from Makthaverskan's forthcoming För Allting. A drum machine-beat mingles with an organic kit as a jangly guitar melody bounces through misty synths, creating a liminal space to process loss: a spiraling nightmare of regret that is oh so pretty.
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