I mean, I feel like I just scammed someone. It's still Monday here in Minnesota, suckahs!
Obviously clicking on a link doesn't have the same super-fan cred as, what-say, standing outside of a record store with just my wisps of synthetic pink hair to keep me warm, to be the first one in line when the store opens. I'm not convinced that I'd have to hip check too many punk ass music heads to get to the goods first, anyway.
Swedish pop isn't for everyone. I like it because it sounds like it would taste delicious.