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.
I showed that link to Eddie, our fat bald Swedish programmer, and he chuckled. His neighbour in Sweden has a collection, he said, of five thousand of those postcards: the music scene depicted therein continues much unchanged. I suggested to Eddie that this was a good case for making psychedelics compuslory during school music lessons, but he just pointed at some of the clothes and said it wasn’t really necessary.
There may be an analogous scene in the UK, but I can’t say it falls easily to mind.
R