NOW! From Sweden

They may look like wizard-van hippies, a trio of high school dropouts livin’ the free and easy, but The Brimstone Days are really white suit preachers selling a groovy Sunday sermon. They’re dancing up and down the crowded aisles under an outdoor tent — red-faced, gripped by fever, dripping with sin, clutching their chest — convincing you to forfeit love, money, and testimony for a chance to kiss their hand. This makes the Swedish band’s second full-length, On a Monday Too Early to Tell, a smoky, lascivious, moto-soul show, and if you’re the kind of cat that takes his righteous garage-funk cool and on the rocks with a Scandinavian twist, like The Sewergrooves,