A cliché it might be, but you either love or hate Broder Daniel.

On this, their debut album, they scream and shout about how hard it is growing up, how they have no friends, and the escapism in wanting to be Luke Skywalker.

The debut single, "Cadillac," with its na-na-na chorus, and the near demented noise of "Luke Skywalker" stand out as great although somewhat unconventional pop songs.

They can also be tender and beautiful when they feel like it; just listen to the fragile sounds of "Disease Inside" and the final song, "Son of St.

Jacobs," allegedly written by a 14-year-old Henrik Berggren.

Berggren can't sing, at least not in any conventional way.

He sings English with a Swedish accent, and his lyrics were always criticized for being childish and simple.

One should keep in mind that this is the sound of a very young band, with no real talent as musicians, or will to rehearse.

It is the spontaneity and freshness, the bright and catchy pop songs played with punk fierceness, along with Berggren's "I can't sing, and I don't care" attitude that make this an interesting debut album full of promise as well as a great pop album.