Lykke Li is kind of the Angelina Jolie of Swedish pop stars—dark, moody, sexy in a dangerously, devilishly badass way. (Reference Li’s recent “Sadness Is a Blessing” music video, in which she pounds shots and drunkenly prances around a restaurant full of uncomfortable diners, or the most infamous line of her sophomore album, Wounded Rhymes—“I’m your prostitute/ You gon’ get some.”) And, like Jolie, she’s universally popular (fans include Kanye West, Kings of Leon, the Glee camp, and a good chunk of Seattle—tonight’s show is already sold out), and intrinsically talented in the art of high drama. On Wounded Rhymes, set against a backdrop of shadowy, musky synths and reverb, Li’s vocal delivery smolders; each song is run through with a charged electric wire of heat and sensuality. She’s a vamping diva, making music that even the gloomiest people can dance to. With Grimes. ERIN K. THOMPSON

Thu., May 26, 8 p.m., 2011