Like a band of shipwrecked sailors, with the figurehead nightingale China at the prow, Buckaneers enter the stage as the finest-looking lot to ever have sailed the seven seas.
From the bold and the witty to the rough and the pretty, rugged piratechants goes nicely followed by heartbreaking ballads. Sweet melodies sprung from the deep-sea-trenches, all delivered with style.
Naming a few examples, as a recurring act at club Heartbreak Hotel housed at famous rockvenue Debaser, or as proud guests at club Woody at the legendary venue Mosebacke in Stockholm, they have not failed to please their audience.
The Bucks are what you would call a supergroup. The cream of the cream of more or less established Swedish acts are here gathered to give expression to their endless musical drive, their enormous creativity and profusion of ideas.
So open up the treasure-coffin, and let your auditory canals be carressed by the sirenical tunes of Buckaneers.
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photo: Bjorn Olofsson
