These amoral dudes from the cold northern lands, where eyewitnesses claim Santa Claus resides — better known locally as Joulupukki (quite the repeat offender, using a different name in every country!) — have gathered to treat us not to red fish or reindeer carcass, but to death metal. Judging by the booklet photos, the magnificent five (no goalkeeper!) arrived in a beat-up old car. Hey, isn't that the same ride Timo Kotipelto cruised around in during the shooting of his last video "Coldness"? Well, well — they nicked the respected musician's vehicle. Tsk, tsk! So they nicked it, drove around blasting their favorite death metal bands, counted a few lamp posts, and finally stopped... by slamming into yet another post, naturally. Everything that had been swirling in their heads, everything they'd absorbed, everything etched into the cerebral cortex came pouring out the moment they picked up their instruments. That and nothing else explains the death metal fluctuations here. One moment the guitars are tight and rhythmic, then they blur a little. One moment it's a death 'n' roll rampage, then we hit the brakes and listen to solos. And if we slow down a bit more, we approach a border — no, not the Finnish-russian one, but the doom/death variety.
That's who they are. They fear nothing, follow no codes of decency — their "obliko morale" is at zero. Ideas are there, concepts are decent enough, but who's going to see the job through to the end?