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Adventurer, photocapturer and ponderer of perversities. Editress of Enslain since '97. American metalchick displaced in a Finnish fantasy.
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AKATEEMINEN HEVIRISTEILY – 25 interviews on the metal booze cruise

See, here’s the thing. I’ve been to, and written about the legendary event that no one who has ever attended seems to have any memories of having been on – the event in question being Finland’s student metal group collaborative cruise Akateeminen Heviristeily. So, we don’t really want to hear me write your average, everyday report about how the two bands (Nuclear Omnicide and Noumena) were, how everyone felt already drunk when said bands were playing because the boat was rocking heavily (literally and figuratively, and probably everone actually was drunk already by that time at 10pm when the gigs ended), or to tell more stories about me and my friends’ drunken escapades on our voyage to Tallinn, which most of us didn’t survive to disembark to.

Nuclear Omnicide @ Akateeminen Heviristeily

Nuclear Omnicide @ Akateeminen Heviristeily

Instead, I decided to try a more novel approach, and since our little community is so connected to each other, I thought, why not have a chain interview, where each person who’s asked a question must ask someone else the next question, with the purpose to be for people who know each other to ask things that expose funny, embarrassing or very metal stuff about each other, and then see how far the chain can endure. And here’s what happened. Read away, and laugh at your comrades and cohorts. To their face, next time you see them. Continue reading

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FEAR FACTORY’s Burton talks “Demanufacture” and staying relevant, phones in your brain, and his advice to striving musicians: “Just don’t do it.”

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My love affair with FEAR FACTORY takes me way back to high school [yes, that was millenia ago…] when Demanufacture revolutionized the mainstream metal scene with their machinistically precise locomotion and anti-“machine” propaganda — and, of course, those sporadic clean vocal interludes that pierced the drilling battery with profound emotionality.  These were my teenage idols, and going backwards and discovering their debut Soul of a New Machine also played its part in opening my horizons to more extreme music.  Yet, the following decades saw my heroes developing into more “jumpy” directions, and struggling with complications in their rank and file… and I began to lose connection.

Fast forward to 2015, and Fear Factory’s suddenly got a reinvigorated line-up with integral members Burton and Dino still leading the pack, the promise of a “Demanufacture” anniversary tour, and a release called Genexus, with material compellingly reminiscent of their later 90’s outputs.  So, despite some reluctance and cynicism, I figured, fuck the what, let’s time travel and see if I can plug back in to this machine!

Judging from the result of this interview, our directions and impressions about music have significantly forked, and the conversation got borderline combative at times – in a respectfully provocative way, of course.  Burton tolerated my jestful acrimony and answered with eyebrow-raising candor, making for a deviant and delightful discussion.

After their gig, which was a total shock to the system, [I nearly lost my frikkin’ brain when they closed with “Martyr,” and I’ve got a lump to prove it…], I think it’s safe to assume I’ve plugged back in to their upgraded machine.

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Rotting Christ plays Helsinki. Where were you?

The sun has long faded from sight, and a displeasant breeze rattles your spine, reminding you that winter is fast approaching in gloomy gray Helsinki.  Briefly veiled by the cold and the darkness, you fail to recognize the disturbing sensation until it envelops you in a sudden pang of realization: it’s Saturday fucking night; and you’re wasting it doing a whole lot of nothing.

Or, well, this might have been my feeling had I been too lame to get off my sorry ass and head to Nosturi for Rotting Christ.

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Quite a Painless Korn gig (featuring Entombed)

KORN & ENTOMBED, Helsinki Ice Hall, July 6, 2009

The number one reason I chose to attend this gig, was that Pain was listed as a warm-up act.Pain and Entombed opening for Korn?Sounded unlikely, and therefore, cool.To my dismay, Pain’s announced cancellation occurred just days after my announced accreditation.Still, didn’t sound like a bad evening after all, and no other events were overlapping it on this summer Monday. Continue reading

Sinisthra play Lojo. Ain’t no hölynpöly.

On the same Friday that Black Sun Aeon (which features the main hahmo from Before the Dawn, and singers from Sinamore and Sotajumala) were to play their possibly first Helsinki gig, and Spiritus Mortis (long-time doom band now featuring Albert of Reverend Bizarre) were to play in Turku with Lord Vicar (another offshoot from the Rev…) & Fleshpress, there was announced to be a break-all-other-plans-and-drive-to-Lohja band, Sinisthra. (Featuring Mr. Joutsen of Amorphis, and whose drummer Erkki can be credited for gracefully translating into English the lyrics of some later Amo releases). I could do more name dropping if I chose to, but this bolded paragraph is already suffocating. Continue reading

Watching a not-band play not-music at a not-not-art gallery

The husband and I decided to attend the opening of Jukka Siikala’s art exhibition at Galleria Katariina yesterday. Mr. Siikala has created several album covers and logos, notable to us being some of Enochian Crescent’s. On this pre-opening day was to perform Bizarre Uproar. I asked of Ossi, ‘what kind of music?’ and my reply was, that it is not. ‘OK, well, what kind of not-music is it?’ Well, specifically, I’m told, it can be called ‘harsh noise.’ For a less ambiguous description, imagine that you are walking towards the art gallery from a couple of blocks away just moments before the scheduled time of 6pm, and you hear faint but distinct sounds of railway traffic, or squealing breaks therefrom, and think, ‘ah, it must be some problem with the tram (street car, or ratikka as we call it, because calling it by english words feels illigit.)’ So yes, they had started ‘playing’ already moments before our arrival. Thankfully, upon walking through the gallery door, we were handed sets of earplugs, which I otherwise never use. Yesterday, however… yeah. Continue reading