These pictures bring back a whole lost world. If you don’t have broadband, don’t bother. I’ve never heard of any of these bands myself, but I have no difficulty believing them. Every weekend, on the open-air grounds in summer known as “Folkets Park” in small towns all over Sweden, there would be bands like this, and in the bushes, furtive vodka. The music? well, it went with the haircuts.
The only thing that makes me suspect it might be fake is that so many of them are fat. I don’t remember anyone in Sweden being fat in the late Seventies. That came in a gugrgling whoosh in the Nineties.