About

 

 

 

Sour Solution was started by a bunch of stubborn motherfuckers from up north. 

The roots are somewhere up in Sweden but god knows how the fuck this whole thing came together. 

The boys were dreaming of a Mediterranean lifestyle and after the rebirth from the Sweet ashes of unemployment – Bjorn was the lightning Jesus guiding the pale apostles (+Joseph)  to the first Sour cave, carved into the mouldy walls of C/ Vallonrath in Poble Sec, Barcelona. The whole lot moved in together with a bunch of cockroaches, a ping pong table and a tight ass miniramp at the back.

Lomar was on a total spirit guest and the guys were stacking up the strangest street footage on daily basis. Sami Jack Chris Nisse EJP were sweating in the cave putting together all sort of graphics, songs and sick plots for the future times.

Soon enough Sour grew highly sophisticated and relocated to its current base in Poble Sec with top quality Sour gear distributed around the world in great success.

Owned by Simon Isaksson – 100% male model run – in it for skibbbadoo and every bit of shit and awesomeness that comes with it.

But for now,

Let's take a quick look at the history of everything,

 

 

Morocco officially gains its independence on March 2, 1956. 

Vincent Huhta returns from exile.

Simon Isaksson goes to NY.

Barney Page buys a boat.

Bjorn Holmenas loses hair. 

Emil loses 20k.

EJP needs a job.

Simon lands the loop.

Sour 2 Premieres around the world.

The guys get big contracts and fancy cars.

No one has a driving licence.

Axel stacks up tickets.

It´s hot in Spain.

Stockholm is nice in the summer time.

No ones bothers with Instagram.

Snorkel missions at Costa Brava on fire.

Secret swimming spot south of Barcy.

Emil and Sami thinks of moving to Garraf.

But there's too many cats. 

Yaiza the angry dog don't like it.

The boys take over the upstairs flat.

Lars and Malcom play ping pong.

Relocate to Conil. 

Josef crowned Sultan.

Off to Guatemala.

Almost get killed three times.

Get hammered at Miami airport.

Wake up in San Diego.

Back to Europe.

Hit the Blai.

 

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