It appears my overindulgence into the world of mullets has taken me down a very dark path indeed. I stumbled upon what may be the worst product out of Sweden since the Bjorn Borg cologne.
Grab your puke buckets, because now I bring to you Gunther and the Sunshine Girls
I don't quite know how to explain this piece of Eurotrash, but I'll give you a bit of what I do know.
Gunther - real name Mats Soderlund - is originally from Sweden. At gunthernet.com, I found this little tidbit about him - "The four main things in Günthers life are Champagne, Glamour, Sex and Respect!"
He claims he was a model, as well as club owner. He's had four top 50 hits in Sweden, and 2 in Europe. Also, from what I can tell he's made a few appearances in the US, mostly colleges including Yale, Princeton and Brown, not to mention at least one Virgin Megastore performance.
Yes, his CD is for sale. Really. I'm not even remotely kidding. And what else would you call it but "Pleasureman"?
Haven't got all the bile out of your intestines yet? Here, try holding back your hot gut mess while you watch this steaming pile of shit.
This whole thing seems so over the top that it's got to be totally some sick fucking joke, but then I remember Roxette and Ace of Base were from Sweden and question myself all over. Lord knows for as bad as both of them were, they were popular. Hell, I even bought an Ace of Base CD, but that blonde was fucking hot, so piss off.
I honestly can't tell if this is some kind of Blair Witch Project propaganda or if this guy is even somewhat serious and thinks he's a musician. Fuck, if it wasn't for awesome hockey players and hot blondes, I'd say piss off to everything Swedish.
This guy has the most ridiculous shit for sale on his website, too. T-Shirts, sure. Panties? Only if you truly rock like Tenacious D. Cooking aprons? What the fuck?
The skull fucking I'm getting from trying to research this guy is getting out of control. The more I find, the less I know. I've got to stop before I permanently damage my frontal lobe.
Aww, for fuck's sake, look at this!
I'm going to go curl up in the fetal position and hope to all things holy that Gunther and his Sunshine Girls get impaled with mammoth falling icicles before this gets any more out of hand.
'Nuff said. The Bubba has spoken.
