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A ceiling two seconds from collapsing, lots of sloppy Doc Marten dancing, and really harsh hardcore music. Ask Ola Kluft his earliest memories of growing up in Ume? Sweden, and he'll gladly share this DIY-or-die story (or some other basement show fiasco) with a smile and a snicker. Which is quite amusing and a little confusing when you consider Klt's current gig: singing sweetly and subtly amid the moonlit, melancholic indie pop of The Perishers.
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