The story
There has been very little productive activity going on lately as most of the time in our rehearsal studio has been spent on enjoying coffee breaks and inappropriate fart jokes. Some might say that it’s a sign of decay and that all hope is failing. Others might not care. Anyway, the best thing we can do is to let our creative minds be open and embrace all that hits our path.
At the moment that thing on our path would be punk. That’s right. You see, while walking down “The Path†we came to a village that goes by the name Technical Hardcore. At least Era, and perhaps Jouni too, thought that it was hostile territory, and fled in panic. Now after great adventures and some running back and forth in imaginary land, we stopped and pondered over the misty future, only to gather our strength and once again set our restless feet on “The Pathâ€. That’s when the nasty troll called “Punk†ran into us, pouring buckets of funky smelling guitar riffs in our surprised faces. The outcome IRL was something different from what we’ve been doing the last five years. The rumour spread that we’ve even stopped playing in drop D. Now if that ain’t something!
But after all, does any of this really matter? Well if you ask us the answer is: no. You’d have to be stupid to believe in fairy tales.
