“The image of the cocky, sneering Swede-rocker first entered the American lexicon sometime in early 2002, as Sahara Hotnights and the soon-to-be-ubiquitous Hives pranced their xFC-garage pastiche onto the pop stage, squirming into the hearts and minds of anyone with M2 and a Vines record freshly wedged in their stereo. High-pitched, fevered chirping about garage rock revivals and Jack White's pants”
