Yes, you are hearing correctly: hello from the greatest country, what has ever existed on the planet!!!
My apologies, of course, to offend tender sensibilities of persons from the continent of Australia and the country of South California. But, your reign on this messaging board has come to an end, I think, after spending all your energies on petty conflicts. We needs hear nothing more from your “dockor” accounts (for those of you, who haven’t the HIGHEST STANDARD OF EDUCATION IN THE WORLD, that was Swedish for “sock puppet.”)
So let us now celebrate the new dawn, in which all of us shall together feast on lingonberries and lutefisk, while listening to the sounds of a real industrial Swedish band, like Brighter Death Now or so.
Nice to meet you, Tomas. I’ve never been to Sweden, but my mother’s side of the family is Swedish. My great grandmother was a first generation immigrant to the US and she used to make the most amazing Swedish delicacies.
“Tack” [thank you] for your warm welcome (see, now I have teached you another Swedish language word. Soon you too can enjoy the highest level of education in the free world, as I have.)
I will drink in your kind welcomes as I drink my several bottles of Swedish high-test vodka, courtesy of the State-owned liquor shop. Fuck, man, already I’m a bit “smashed” as my foreign friends say.
All terrible bands what you mention are Swedish, yes. To my surprise nobody mentions ABBA already, hmm. Usually this is automatic choice to “put a dumb Swede in his place” if one is discussing cultural issues. But also it’s the home of many fucking crazy metal and industrial acts, so I don’t worry so much of this.
Please ask more questions pertaining to my unique heritage! I will tell all. But no non-serious inquiries, please, if there are something I cannot stand it is these SOCK PUPPET accounts I have mentioned before. Truly I hate nothing more than a SOCK PUPPET that mis-represents him or herself here on the Internet, and all SOCK PUPPETS should be mercilessly ground into dust!!!
Ikea do exist in Sverige (and now you know how you call ‘Sweden,’ while actually in Sweden!). And now within a couple kilometres of every European airport, it seems.
Product names are real Swedish words, but sometimes not matching the product you buy really. Like, it would be the same as to buy a desk-lamp in Australia or California that is labeled “nebula” or some shit what has nothing to do with the function of the item.
Anyway i mainly go to Ikea just for to scare small children and to lie on their nice beds while drunk.
Yes, a Swedish crazy original also. One had to admire his bass guitar having 20 strings or whatever it is.
Shit, you guys is making my Swedish Cultural Ambassador job too easy. Seems you already have studied some things here and there.
I expect to come here, and find persons asking “where can trolls be found in Sweden,” or “is Sweden the capital of Iceland,” or “have Swedes three genders,” etc. etc.
Too many to name, but Sweden has an amazing legacy of death metal and black metal bands from the 80’s through the 90’s. Entombed, Dissection, Dismember, a Dark Tranquility . . . So much good stuff. Gothenburg, specifically, was just as, or more important, to the growth of the extreme metal scene than Tampa or other noted hotbeds.
Isn’t Sweden where the black metal dudes burn down churches? If so, that’s pretty cool too.
Do not get me started on Norway rip-offs of Swedish original acts like BATHORY. Yeah these guys have burned down a church or two, but typical bratty little brothers to take credit for everything. Even DEAD from Mayhem have come from Stockholm originally, haha!!!
Anyway, no matter. Swedish national team massacres Norway in hockey pretty much every time, so I can sleep easy at night.
I’m not gonna claim to be some big ABBA fan or anything, but “SOS” and “Fernando” are both badass jams.
“Gimme Gimme Gimme (A Man After Midnight)” has also become a favorite of various persons in the alternative cultures here, for a reason why I don’t know.
The Leather Nun have covered it, also you can hear the song mentioned in a Foetus’ song…“Wash It All Off” I think.
The good news is that this song often plays in tourist-trap bars which I frequent, for to ‘pick up’ incredibly easy American tourist girls. After the chorus plays I can strut onto the dance-floor and slyly tell some woman, “you know, if you REALLY want a man after midnight…”, then volunteering my services at that time. And every time they thinks this is the most witty thing ever.