These Swedes, who all currently reside in Paris, France, still speak their rock'n'roll with an accent. The distinct voice it provides makes They Go to the Woods quite a compelling listen, as it glides through the forest planted by Smog, Will Oldham, Silver Jews and other sad-sack rockers. They shamble through a series of laments that chronicle their woe betide romantic status, never quite plugging in enough to qualify as rockers, yet with strong enough impact that they avoid being kicked around by the cool kids. Eccentric and compelling, should Herman Düne decide to uproot, they would find welcoming arms in Chicago, or on the Drag City label.
(Shrimper)Herman Dune
They Go to the Woods
BY James KeastPublished Jul 1, 2001