This sounds like one of Timbaland's nightmares. He would hear this in his phantasmagoric hellscape, wake up in a cold sweat, and later clutter the sinister minimalism of "The Wooden Chair" to something far less affecting with some lame beatbox noises and stuttered synths. The Swedish singer has her sound tagged as "R&B" on MySpace, and I'm pretty sure that this is not that. R&B is either the same boring, trite promises of love and explicit sex that it's been since the late 80s, or the Autotuned, afrofuturistic, melodically interesting promises of love and explicit sex that it's been for the past few years. "The Wooden Chair," with its accompanying video are dark, hurting things that scurry across the floor when the light comes on. Again, someone needs to figure out what they are drinking in Sweden.
i absolutely love this description.