Umeå by night...
Being a metal dude takes a lot up here in the North of Sweden. Not to mention metal chicks!
It involves smoking outside wearing your Opeth sleeveless top, finding your way in the Scharinska's underground... By the way, let's take a look inside:
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"WTF were doing there anyway?" you'd be asking me (or a more polite version). Well, simply fancied this for a night out:
So, back to the Scharinska:
Obviously, it's really hard proving that being here is normal for you: you have to put up with soppy 80's styled haircuts, or else have long hair for more efficient headbanging... If neither, go for the leather stuff... it rocks, except when sized 46 and more! Being a DJ in Umeå is no better - just ask DJ Suffer and how he's dealing with his permanent make-up. Don't be mistaken, he looks happy enough but just imagine the stares he get's down at the supermarket!
Kiss indigestion? Well, let's go see what's happening on the ground floor... "Helltrain + Hate Ammo": ready?
I must have stayed about 10 minutes no more before my ears fell to the ground... so loooooud! Crazy people! And freaky death'n'roll - or other musical label to that effect - when played loud, just doesn't sound like music at all. Yuck! I hope their albums are more subtle volume-wise.
Just a poetic photo taken in the Scharinska, put aside the musical violence:
Well, quite enough for a night out (especially when it starts in a pub to watch France play against Ireland!). So, just a few photos of Umeå by night taken on the way home:
The Scharinska
Oh yeah, being a rock'n'roll family dude is a bit of a trial when it comes to cars. Well done!
The Church just by...
And bed time for me... GOD NATT!
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