I love the airbrushed cheeks and the well placed guitar that give the illusion that Yngwie isn’t a pudgy bastard.
Nevertheless, I have a soft spot for the egotistical Paganini worshipper. Maybe it’s because of Yngwie’s scalloped fret Strat or the guy Blessed B and I used to know called Pusfoot who owned the Yngwie guitar but possessed none of the chops. Love him or hate him you’ve got to respect a guy with the physique of a couch potato who still has the sack to wear leather pants in public.
Here’s Yngwie rocking out with the New Japan Philharmonic Orchestra.
Enjoy
