SEVENTEEN years ago, at the 2000 Fuckparade in Germany, a legend was born in the form of a topless raver nicknamed The Techno Viking. Little was known about the muscle-bound man filmed in the 4-minute video, but one thing is for certain; he didn’t like women being pushed around, or being made famous.
The original clip shot by experimental video artist Matthias Fritsch has since been removed from YouTube after a court order, which later saw Fritsch sued by the anonymous figure in 2013, costing him €23,000 in damages and legal fees, rendering him bankrupt.
After a six months of research and hundreds of euros in detective fees, WWN and Techno Moves are proud to exclusively bring you the full story of the mysterious man behind the iconic images that changed the way we viewed the internet forever.
In search for Techno Viking
Our journey began in Berlin. The agreement was to meet our guide Gunther at the airport and then he would drive us directly to Techno Viking’s home on the outskirts of the city. Which we did. Gunther was softly spoken with fluent English. He told us that he worked as a biologist and too be honest, he was kind of boring, so myself and my fellow reporter John found ourselves zoning out through much of his one-way dialogue.
“So how far to his house?” I interrupted Gunther, who was now showing off, naming all the trees in Latin or some bullshit language we didn’t really understand nor care about.
“Not too far now. We should be there in five minutes actually,” he replied, before rambling on again. “Did you know, the oldest living organism on Earth is believed to be the Pando tree colony of Quaking Aspen (Populus tremuloides) in America, also known as the Trembling Giant”.
Enough with his brainy talk, both myself and John put on our headphones to give him the hint.
Following several turn offs and byroads, we finally arrived at our destination.
“Boring house he’s got,” John exclaimed, pointing at the grey bungalow. “You German lads aren’t much for aesthetics”.
“Well, it suits me down to the ground,” Gunther replied, revealing his true identity.
“You’re Techno Viking!” I gasped, scanning his rather slim frame and effeminate jumper. “No. There’s no way. What?”
“Yes. I am the one you call Techno Viking. My name is Gunther Ackerman and I want to tell you my story,” he replied, leaving us both gobsmacked on his pebble driveway.
“But you look so normal, and…am…normal!” I said in disbelief, now confirming his claim with that familiar frown.