Over a fat drum, Lykke Li sounds like she's lamenting a loss of a fling before it even sours. Her voice is muffled, like she breathed in too much L.A. smog or stuffed a snowball in her mouth. But it's not a bitter affliction— suffering's okay and soul-moving, there's new love across every river. Wounded Rhymes is out 3/1. Your mom might like it less than her Adele CD but your boyfriend will like it more!
