Mortals, it has been a hectic week since my previous post. I find myself sitting in Oslo writing this week's installment. I've just come from Øya Festival, where I saw an unholy thrash attack from Aura Noir in the blazing sunshine this afternoon.Øya Festival is in its tenth year now and has been showcasing many homegrown acts – metal and otherwise – plus artists established (and not so established) internationally. It's situated on a medieval site that's a ten-minute walk from Sentralstasjon, and comes complete with a small lake, an alarmingly positive and friendly environment, and more hot girls than even I could have imagined. (My editor reckons I should "leave the country having made an army of bastards in their bellies."). Idyllic, I am sure you'll agree.
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