h, the Nordics! This is what happens when one is very wealthy: comfortable life, head ready for me to live in. In Swedish Gothenburg, the abundance was so great that people had time to think about how to put melody in a style that had been consolidated because of its violence. The guitar solos, occasional keyboard and vocalizations oscillating between the typical roughness and the unusual clean voice are touching, even for a tough guy. It didn’t take long time and hearts from all latitudes surrendered to this not so brutal sound, yet contagious just as the most lethal virus. As the ebony goddess Roberta Flack begged, "killing me softly with his song”. No wonder, I always have a soul saved for any emergency.