Always dressed in black, Swedish singer songwriter Lykke Li is a tropical depression. Wounded rhymes made up of a psychedelic tribal vibe with delicate vocals. Her music is an expression of that survival from the loss of your infatuation, you know, that meditation that possess you (Lying around, crying with cigarettes, a stiff drink and old memorabilia) It’s the “pain of loss and power of self preservation” with a cherry on top
