Two flights, three bus rides and a ferry crossing might not be the simplest way to get to a festival, but Karmøygeddon was an event worth every moment spent on traveling.
The lineup was promising to say the least, and the harbor area in Kopervik, where Karmøygeddon Metal Festival was held, could only be called gorgeous.
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.