This compilation explains better than anything else why we started Licking Fingers in the first place. (Well, technically in second place, as our first motif was purely egoistical; we had formed a band called The Concretes and we needed a way to get our albums onto Scandinavian store shelves.) It became very clear at an early stage that we weren’t alone in our search for a nice, warm home – with high ceilings, an ocean view, fabulous taste in music and interior decoration. But you don’t want just anyone to move in with you (as sir Alec McGuiness made
perfectly clear in ‘Ladykillers’ way back in 1955) so it took us a while to unlock those gates.
We are so happy we did. The first person to stroll in was Frida Hyvönen, pointing six very muscular and handsome young boys in the direction of the Licking Fingers banquet room, giving them careful instructions not to damage her grand piano in any way whatsoever had they the desire to live to see their 20th birthday. In her other hand she was carrying ten perfect pop songs, carved in ivory and neatly folded in a little bundle she referred to as ‘Until Death Comes’. That was in 2004. Three years later there’s another knock on the door. Enter the most adorable dog (dawg?) we’ve ever seen. And curiously, although she was wearing a very stylish collar, she appeared to be homeless. She was El Perro del Mar and she was looking for shelter.
We couldn’t possibly put in to words how proud we are to house two such marvellous talents. (Not...