This Danish indie rock duo, consisting of Sune Rose Wagner on guitar/vocals, and Sharin Foo on bass/vocals, has returned with their stripped-down, atmospheric brand of garage rock this week. As the great Kipp Whittaker wrote back in the day ‘their music takes on a liberal dose of 50s and 60s Americana mixed with electronics to give their sound this kind of spaced out Phil Specter wall of sound edge that makes this group superbly romantic and dark…like if a band like Suicide or Joy Division was effectively able to reproduce with the Shangri-Las and create a sweet lovechild filled with equal doses saccharine pop and dissonant eloquence.’ Too good a quote to pass up. The band, one of the best things to come out of the 2000s - and hasn’t slowed down since - recently released the follow-up to their 2014 album Pe’ahi, their first full-length LP of original music since then. It should be a packed house.

The Raveonettes: Copenhagen’s Noir-Pop Alchemists Return

When Sune Rose Wagner (fresh from LA with a suitcase of demos) met Sharin Foo (a conservatory graduate itching to break rules) at a 2001 house party, their harmonizing on Everly Brothers-esque melodies sparked something. "He had songs and a vision—a boy-girl vocal duo," recalls Sharin. "That’s how it began."

Naming themselves The Raveonettes (a mashup of Buddy Holly’s "Rave On" and 60s girl-group suffixes), they recorded their 2002 debut EP Whip It On in nocturnal studio sessions: all B-flat minor, three chords, three-minute blasts of Fender guitars and tape distortion. Imagine Velvet Underground’s cool gloom meeting Jesus & Mary Chain’s noise—filtered through Nordic frost.

Their big break came at Denmark’s SPOT Festival, where Rolling Stone’s David Fricke caught their fifth-ever show. His rave review ignited label interest, landing them a Columbia Records deal. By 2003, they’d won Denmark’s "Best Rock Album" award, with 2005’s Pretty in Black featuring legends like Ronnie Spector (The Ronettes) and Maureen Tucker (Velvet Underground)—even after their tour van was robbed in NYC ("Gear can be replaced; music can’t," shrugged Sune).

Their signature? Jazzmaster guitars dialed to "glacial fuzz," Sharin’s magnetic deadpan vocals, and songs that splice 50s rockabilly with film-noir darkness. Over 10 albums—from 2007’s career-high Lust Lust Lust to this year’s Pe’ahi II—they’ve soundtracked Gossip Girl, video games, and ads without ever chasing trends.

Now, 23 years in, the duo (Sune in California, Sharin in LA running a lifestyle brand) still conjure magic via transatlantic file swaps. Their 2025 Milan show proved their live power: wall-of-sound guitars, hypnotic drum machines, and Ronnie Spector’s ghostly vocals piped into Ode to L.A.

After 11 years, The Raveonettes return to China. For fans who grew up on their sugar-coated noise, this is a time-machine moment. Middle-aged indie kids? Dust off your black jeans.