Bleka Dödens Minut (a band with members from various other Swedish bands) is named after a 100-year old Swedish poem but, as far as I can tell, the eponymous song doesn’t follow the poem’s lyrics. Nor does the music sound as grim as the name, which apparently translates to Pale Minute of Death, or statements like “Life is pain. Get used to disappointment.“ suggest. Rather, this is in-your-face jangle pop that gives you some extra energy at the end of a long day at work. It does that to me anyway.