We sweat, we bled, and we had an amazing time. Gathered here are some photos + pretty useless anecdotes from the road. Maybe you get something out of them. All photos were taken by our own seriously talented photo wizard Lasse Lindfors, unless otherwise mentioned. Enjoy.
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Jussi, preparing before a show. He streches his fingers with this super fast arpeggio thing before every show, trickling up and down the neck. It sounds like a soundtrack from a weird psycholigical thriller, maybe in a scene where some madman eats a spider and stares into the camera. Too bad you can’t get it as a ringtone.
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We shared a nightliner bus with our teammates Lapko. Living in a bus for three weeks is interesting. You get the hang of it after a while. You learn the best way to crawl into your tiny bunk, learn to hold your breath while taking a piss and learn to live amongst the thrash and smell of 14 vagabonds with no interest in personal hygiene. It’s liberating, really.
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Lapko brought two tennis rackets and balls with them. Tennis is the sport of real men. Mikko and his “Tennis-Tasche” hold a pose.
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Berlin is amazing. Everything and everyone is in Berlin, and everyone knows that. We’ve been there so much it feels almost like a homecoming arriving to Kreuzberg. After one of the best and sweatiest shows of the tour (though it was a Sunday), we found a great Men’s Night, and got to meet a Swedish marathon runner and kiss some transvestites. Where were you?
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Boys carry boxes. In and out, every single day.
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An interview in Cologne. A good one, for a change!
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Lapko's Heikkonen zipped us some last minute photos. Here's Lasse in a soundcheck, petting a DI-box.
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Laufen, Switzerland. Everyone’s gone home. Crazy show.
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One of the best afterpartys EVER was in a venue called Matrix, in Bochum, Germany. After our show the venue filled with literally thousands of Goths and goth-alikes. The best type were the really german looking nerdy dudes with nice glasses and office-hair, who were dressed in all-leather and metal from the neck down. The atmosphere there was amazing, very friendly and sympathetic. There were all these different dance floors, but the most respected was the one where DM and The Cure were playing back to back. Best Night Out, Gothum City!
Oh yeah, Mr. Frankenstein was there too. Look how happy he is!
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Franky found a friend! He’s happy too!
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Water and Towels are worth gold. Reeberbahn Festival, Hamburg.
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This is art.
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Nowadays, the first thing a rock band ask when they arrive at the venue is the WLAN-connection. So long Jack Daniels, condoms, hairspray and weed, welcome MSN, Skype and YouTube.
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Joni and Rowan know the art of packing. After a week or so, it gets really easy to fit everything in the trailer, thought it was tight in the beginning. It’s like tetris where you know exactly what piece is coming next.
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While we were playing, some hyperactive kids came and mesed up our backstage! They drank all the wine as well!
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Döner-Dude in Hamburg. He’s so contempt up there, like a king! But, leather gloves and boots?
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This could be a promo picture of a new hot electro-duo from, let’s say Scotland.
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Nutrition on tour is always horrible. You always think that this time I’ll eat proper food and fruit and everything but then you notice that after the show you have a pizza in the other hand and a Mars in the other, and it’s the only meal you’ve had the whole day.
In some classy venues they have warm in-house dinners, which are usually excellent and almost always have something with spinach. Spinach is great! Spätzli is also amazing, I think that’s spätzli on Jussi’s plate. It’s these thick noodles made out of wheat and potato, like pasta but better. This tour’s other great culinary experiences were the quorni we had I´n Gothenburg and the heavenly veggie burger we had in Graz, Austria. Tears still roll down the cheeks when I think about that tasty motherfucker.
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Folding the backdrop after the show, outside Grunspan, Hamburg.
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A woman. Stuttgart.
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Laser-Lasse with a head-extension. Photo by Jussi.
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“Mom, it’s Anssi here. Can you send me more underwear?”
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Rowan takes care of the sound and tour management. Would you trust this guy? We would!
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Gorgeous merch-man Antti chilling in the bus.
On the left, on the windiwsill is the mighty Powerball. It’s a thingy that you spin around in your fist, and it’s supposed to train the muscles in your hands. It’s one of the most addictive little gadgets ever.
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We’ve been in Paris two times, but both stops have been really short. This time some of us took the time to climb up the Eiffel-tower and some went to see the grave of Jim Morrison. Next time we’ll switch teams.
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Brothers from different mothers. Lapko before a show.
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The Drummers.
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Anssi and his two fingers.
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Jussi and a fan with a misfit moustache.
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Frankenstein chills in Wiesbaden. He looks a bit like that one president, doesn’t he?
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Jussi chills with wildlife.
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Rabbits in the still night of Wiesbaden. There must have been at least 30 of them on this one parking lot. They must be a big problem, like organized crime, robbing gas stations and bullying old people.
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Stage-tech Joni sporting one of the finest sets of moustache of the tour. Though he looks pretty wasted in this photo, he barely ever drinks.
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All of Disco Ensemble do music on their laptops on tours, but Lasse’s noise project “Maailmanmestarit 1995”, A.K.A. “MM95“ is one of the most intriguing. Photo by Jussi.
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A tour blog without a live picture is pretty weird, so here you go! Jussi shreds and Joni is...warming his hands in the fire? Photo by Heikkonen.
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Lightman Leskinen and Joni talking shit about the band in the Reberbahn. “What a bunch of pricks they are!”
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Nap time in Utrecht, Netherlands.
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As you hardly ever have the chance to do laundry on tour, the gig-clothes are worn again and again and again. At some point the smell of them get’s so bad, it feels like the insides of your nose is burning if you sniff too close. We’ve always wondered if the people in the front row can feel it. Maybe it adds an element of real danger. Jussi and Miikka breath after a show.
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In Gothenburg, Sweden, we went to a music store to get some cables. When the clerk found out we’re from Finland he threw his hands up and asked if we have handguns with us. This was like three days after the school massacre in Kauhajoki. He apologised when he realized we weren’t exactly cracking up.
But who knew the Swedes can be villains too. In Malmö, on our last show someone went into the van and stole a LCD-screen and some merch WHILE WE WERE PACKING IT! That takes guts, cause the street was swarming with people. Some other sneaky fellow got arrested earlier that day. The children are curious, did he play over 90dB?
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Actually, this picture is from the last load-out in Malmö, so who knows if the burglar is inside the car right at this moment!
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Tour laminate plays the role of a knife. Happy Bithday!
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Let the good times roll. Fuck real life.
