The Curse- Calcutta Sunrise LP. People sometimes forget, but like 20 years ago, Scandinavia saved rock’n’roll. I mean, it was pretty grim out there in 1999, an endless, numbing void of nu metal and pseudo-industrial pop and washed-out has-beens before the Hellacopters, Gluecifer and Turbonegro rode in on their longboats and straightened us all the fuck out. The Curse follows in those fine ankle-booted footsteps with this effortlessly confident display of Swedish action rock, all snarls and switchblades and tight denim and sex-soaked rifforama. ‘Calcutta Sunrise’ is the band’s third album and it’s a total jammer from start to finish. The beauty of The Curse is that they get how rock’n’roll works – every song’s got a hook and they get in and out in two minutes flat and just rock it the fuck out. It’s all meat, no flab, and it ain’t pretty, either – every song is either about some dick they know or some ruined party across 12 angry, high-energy, anthemic rockers. An instant classic. Import from Spain on Ghost Highway Recordings.