Ah...pathos. Where would pop music be without it? And the only thing better than pathos is pathos with loud guitars. Here's a stupid story about a guy who is such an ineffectual dweeb that he loses his girlfriend to a horse. But the singer totally sells it, lumpy English and all; the moment before the last chorus where all the instruments drop out behind the vocals is heart-stopping. I first heard this on a sampler CD of various Swedish bands, then picked up the cheekily-titled Rubber Soul CD via Not Lame (whose CEO, Bruce Brodeen was the chief US champion of Swedish pop acts like TPD, Beagle, The Wannadies and Eggstone that emerged in the 90s), but the former is ugly and the latter has gone lost so no picture, just perfect pop.

By the way, speaking of Swedish bands, I saw Soundtrack Of Our Lives last night. If there is a better live rock band in the world, I sure wish they'd stop by.