This four-song EP was my introduction to The Teenage Idols, a Stockholm punk/garage quartet who sound like they sacked and pillaged a music store, Viking style, then set about to write the scariest, least cute tunes they could dream up. (The drums sound like someone beating a hazmat container with a pair of oars.) Obvious comparisons are the Stooges and MC5, but the Teenage Idols also revisit โ€œPsychotic Reactionโ€ guitar tones and are able to gear down into trippinโ€™ bridges that do the hard-funk Hendrix thing (check out the track โ€œSoul Powerโ€). And forget Scandinavian reserveโ€“front guy Halvard can scream with the best of โ€™em (enhanced by a judicious use of creepy reverb). Check out โ€œNorthern City,โ€ a manic guitar rave up, where he channels Rob Tyner in a big way. Not as slick as The Hives, but rather recalling the glorious attitude of Swede garage-rock past (The Nomads), this disc is a stiff swig of aquavit.