In the spring of 2006, I found myself strolling around the streets of Stockholm. I say 'spring', but for us it was like winter. The streets were still snow-covered, and the rivers were frozen. People made shortcuts across the ice. I had come in the city with some french art students, to look at various aspects of architecture and design.
One crisp morning, we ventured out of the city centre, looking for an old industrial district that was being redevelopped into a cultural zone. The art school was already open and the design centre was coming next.
Out the back of the art school, the telecommunications giant, Ericsson was about the only industry that still seemed up for it. They are still based in an elegant old building that I presume dates back to the art-deco era. Always a little curious as to these kind of places, I poked my nose around a few corners, and eventually stumbled upon a rather banal UPVC service entrance. There was a sign by the door that read "Post Gods".
The sign was written in swedish, but I had read it in english. In swedish, 'post' translates as 'mail' and 'gods' as 'goods'. It was simply the office that managed the deliveries. But it was too late for me. Ideas of angst-ridden existential post-punk melancholic trash had already started floating round my head. "Post Gods", that should be a band, I thought.
