Hello Those Dancing Days. Please introduce yourselves with an accompanying fascinating fact.

Rebecka: My name is Rebecka and I can play guitar with my toes. I have a toe illness today, so I won't do it but I can.
Mimmi: My name is Mimmi, I play the bass and I collect stamps.
Linnea: I'm Linnea and I'm the singer and I sleep with my eyes open.
Lisa: I'm Lisa and I play the keyboards and I'm really good at burping. I have bad table manners.
Cissi: My name is Cissi, I play the drums and I can speak with cats. What we say to each other is our secret.

We don't know who to believe. How would you like us to describe your band?

Mimmi: We are afraid of swans.
Lisa: We are five beautiful swans who are good at music.
Rebecka: We were like ugly, fake chickens and now we're grown up like big beautiful swans and everybody loves us.

Could you not just give us a simple soundbite, something like: Those Dancing Days sound like X crossed with Y (on acid)?

Linnea: We're not trying to sound like anyone, though.
Mimmi: We don't try to sound like anyone, we just try to sound! But we're not like hardcore Metallica fans trying to sound like Metallica; we all have such different taste in music that we all do our own thing.

But that's no help for lazy journalists like us.

Mimmi: Then you should describe us as a mix between The Pipettes and the Sugababes! No, don't do it.
Lisa: One thing that's annoying is that journalists always try to compare us to female bands but we can sound like male bands. I like The Smiths too!

Yeah, they were alright. When female friends of ours saw the 'Hitten' video, they all wanted Linnea's hair. Are you often the recipient of hair envy?

Linnea: Yes.
Rebecka: But do they want her hair or to have their hair like hers? Because we can cut it...
Cissi: We could sell it on ebay.
Rebecka: There was a girl we met who said, "My friend wanted to have your hair so she permed it and she looked like shit so now she regrets it."
Mimmi: I don't think everyone can pull it off.
Linnea: I don't think I'm pulling it off today.
Mimmi: Sometimes, when she has her hair pinned down they're like, "You straightened your hair!"
Linnea: They complained to our manager.

Quite right too. We read that Rebecka often has bleeding fingers after playing the guitar. Are you sure you're doing it right?

Lisa: She's so hard.
Rebecka: I try and try to be a rock star and that's the only thing I can manage.
Mimmi: I was so proud the first time I saw blood on her guitar.
Rebecka: I can get so frustrated on stage, if I feel like I'm not giving it all. So I always smash my fingers on the pickups. It's like, "Come on!" Then it starts to bleed.

Do the rest of you get band related injuries?

Cissi: I used to get blisters but now I've drummed so much that I just have hard skin. It's disgusting.
Linnea: I get electrified sometimes, from the bad mics.
Lisa: I get an ache in my muscles when I hit the tambourine too hard.

Lisa has the most twee of injuries. There's a track on your album where all the lyrics are other people's song titles. Were there any that didn't work?

Linnea: That song happened when Mimmi and I couldn't sleep and so we went through her iPod and wrote down all our favourite titles. And then I took the list and tried to write something. There were a lot I couldn't fit in. And I changed one title.
All: You did! Oh my god!
Linnea: It was 'With A Little Help From My Friends'; I couldn't sing 'little' so I changed it to 'With Some Help From My Friends'.
Rebecka: Then we have to do a song called 'With Some Help From My Friends' then that'll make it alright.
Mimmi: The Strokes 'Juicebox' was a problem. What can you do with that?

Or 'My Name Is Prince'?

Mimmi: But that's a good one!
Lisa: [sings] "My name is Prince and I'm hitting your... car."
Linnea: Maybe 'Crazy Frog' wouldn't work.

Do ghosts exist or is it just kids mucking about?
Cissi: Yes, but I don't like that I believe in them. Because I'm convinced there are some ghosts living in my house. I think they are nice and kind but I don't want them to sneak around.
Mimmi: I don't believe in ghosts but I'm scared of other stuff, like... swans.
Rebecka: I've just moved to an apartment with my friend. I was going home late, and she wasn't there. It was dark and stormy outside. I opened the door to the hallway and saw the shadows from outside and I was so scared and I thought, "oh my god, I can't live here." But I turned the lights on then it was ok.

That's the worst ghost story ever. Please tell us a joke.

Rebecka: I'll tell you a Swedish word-joke translated into English so it won't make any sense. What animal sees well? A Zebra. A See-bra.
Lisa: It doesn't work.
Rebecka: What animal has got underwear? A Zebra.

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