Vital Stats
Instrument: Bass
DOB: January 4, 1986
Birthplace: Lycksele Sweden
Height: 1.81 m
Weight: 95 Kg
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Blonde
Status: Spoken for
Siblings: A crapton, 9 or so
First Band: Hangover
Other Bands: Aqua - Head, Straight Bends, PO's Products

Band/Album: Fear Factory, Dimmu Borgir, Metallica, Machine Head, Pink Floyd, Amon Amarth, Behemoth
Movie: Fight Club
Meal/Food: BBQ
Drink: Whisky
Book: The Stand (Stephen King)
TV shows: How I met your Mother
Hobbies: Gaming, painting, sleeping

I'm an old metal bassist if you may call it that, my first band was Hangover and the music we made was at the very lowest point of musical craftmanship, still being able to pass it off as "metal". After this I swayed to new and more challenging genres.

I was approached by Kristoffer at a party in 2004 or so, he said his band needed a bassist and I was completely unaware that he even had a band or who he was for that matter. Being bandless at the time, however, I jumped at the opportunity to get some playing done. He gave me one of their most recent demos, Eight years of Fury, and told me to listen to the songs and see if I could pick them out. Coming from a recent background of jazz and fusion, the songs sounded very...different to me.

I still decided to play with the guys at least once or twice just to see what I could learn from the experience. So we booked a date and time and I went to visit them in their rehearsal room which was an old disused house. It was a bizzare feeling to stand in what was once a living room, watching Kristoffer howl away at a microphone suspended by a re-built stepladder, with Henrik bashing the drums without any sign of the subtle technique I was used to having the drummer practice. I still stuck to it, playing to my best ability the parts I recognized from the demo on a bass I borrowed from Kristoffer.

And afterwards...Man, I was hooked!

A mere few weeks later the guys switched rehearsal room from the old disused house to an old slaughterhouse. The moment I walked inside the door and smelled the stale old meat in the air, I knew I was in for the long ride.

In retrospect, I don't regret hanging on to the two-man band (three and later four counting Olof and I), as they have shown me how to have a good fucking time and at the same time making kickass music.