I've introduced myself to the mod female 60’s affair, Those Dancing Days, a Swedish-sherbet-pop quintet. Alike watching dotted clouds in the sky, the smooth spontaneity shuffles together flawlessly. The vocals are a size 6 version of Gwen Stefani and Pink. The Abba-esque feel is modernised with synthetics, organ, a jangly guitar and handclaps buuuut despite lacking in tempo their tracks always feel spanking new, fresh out the laundry.
