No time to enjoy a post-lunch lull (a bit of leftover pizza and a couple of little halloumi filled pastries, thank you very much, nothing even vaguely Dutch – I’ve still not started on that kaas yet). Finland is here with a noisy assault on the senses.
I don’t know the first thing about rock, and what makes a good or a bad example, so I’m not really able to offer anything objective for this at all. It’s as awful/joyful/chaotic/energetic/noisy/amazeballs as it was in the Finnish final so whichever you feel an affinity with there’s continuity for you here.
Also, my internet connection dropped in the middle of it so I wasn’t as engaged as I might – well, let’s be honest – probably wouldn’t have been.
Just in case I’m completely missing a trick with this and it turns out to be a surprise winner let me just confirm that I’d love to go to Finland. I could quite happily spend two weeks slowly pickling myself in Lonkero.
I’m saving my Noise Appreciation Post for what’s next. The queen of the night is coming.