Adrian Lux

Adrian Lux can’t seem to leave the studio these days. After all, he’s trying to make a proper album here—an intro-to-out collection of absolute anthems, custom made for clubs and living rooms. He’s off to a splendid start, too, with three inescapable singles (“Can’t Sleep,” “Strawberry” and “Teenage Crime”) that bridge the gap between head rush house and the kind of cutting-edge pop that seems to only come from Sweden. “This is going to sound weird,” says Lux, “But it’s hard for me to not write single-type songs—tracks you’ll want to listen to a million times. And that’s okay. It’s better to make one of those than three that sound good, but not great.” Raised in Stockholm by a former punk rocker and a fashion photographer/filmmaker, Lux was as restless as his parents from an early age. For instance, when he wasn’t learning how to play guitar, Lux was landing modeling gigs for such major campaigns as the Swedish postal service and Stockholm’s answer to Barney’s, Nordiska Kompaniet. He d