Irish weather - part 2

Today I went to the An làr, the city centre alone.
It was one of those thick rainy days, in which it has been raining all night and all morning. Lovely. I went to the bus stop waiting for my number 10, that I luckily spotted and stopped for it was already going away.
A short interlude in the bus reading "Kalevala" and here I am, O'Connel street.
It's so different from the time in which I was there the first time. A sunny, hot day, in a hostile city.
Today everybody was running, avoiding the stubborn rain. I walked forth and back under the rain, just to see people, their ordinary life, their disappointment. Dublin is a huge tabagist lung. It breathes, coughs sometimes.
I entered Penneys, not much for shopping but to avoid the rain. I saw a green T-shirt "Why having a 6pack when you can have a barrel?". 4€. Bought!
Then a bag of local potatoes from the market in Moore street. I went to Eason, but their CD collection sucks. They can't divide all music between "rock/pop" and "classic"!
So I went to Grafton street. I stopped in another music shop. At least they have a metal corner. I bought "Tervaskanto" by Korpiklaani. Of course when I came out of the shop, the sun was shining, and Dublin taking a deep, happy breath.

Album's review:
A brief research in my vocabularies tells me that Tervaskanto means "tar-stage" (palco di catrame) that is, of course impossible. I'm hopeless in finnish...
The booklet saves me, for they kindly translated all the lyrics and titles in english. Tervaskanto means "Resinous Stump". Well, I was close. It sucks anyway.
The ablum opens with a song with an encouraging name "Let's drink". For sure this track is a Irish-finnish agreement. It's nothing special, short and happy. Then Tervaskanto. I jumped it, since I already knew it and in my opinion is the crappiest track of the album. Then Viima... this is breathtaking, at least for me, for I get so excited when I hear singing in suomi!
Veriset äpärät... didn't they say they wanted to stop singing in finnish? anyway, a very restless happy and funloving song. Korpiklaani trademark.
Finally a bit of rest - not much though - with an acustic intro to "Running with the wolves". After 30 seconds the lightspeed-fast beat starts again. The accordion is much more dominant in this album.
Liekkjön isku: The revenge of Ljekkjö. DOn't worry, the 100hitperminute beat doesn't stop. But this turns in a more Humppa melody. Some nice choirs and a cool riff. Again the accordion is overdominant. The song as a whole is very cool, strongly adviced for emo-depressed-lazy people. Just don't mind about the lyrics: no matter what languages do you speak it just sounds as "humppa hummpa homppa hamppa".
Tired? A bit of relax with "Palovana". Not much, but it's a bit slower. Finally guitars get again the leadership. Wonderful, for Italian speakers, the refrain: Katso katso katso katso....
This song tries to be a bit more serious of the usual "dance drink and smash tables" inspiration. Does it succed? Well, yes. Again some acoustic guitar, ending the song. I don't like the equalization though: too emphasis on high pitches.
Karhukaatolaulu: I can't translate this myself: Hunting bear song. You know, Finns have a thing with bears. It's their sacred animal, or at least used to be. Again a "drink dance and smash more tables song", but with feeling in it.
On we go, smashing tables for several minutes and songs, when we can be fascinated by the acoustic intro to "Vesilahden veräjillä". This song is sort of slow haunting and incredibly fashionable. The lyrics are about a real historical fact. A song of blood, for it tells about Kirmu, the lord of Vesilahti, disciple of Ukko. Well, this king didn't love preacher so much, for this traps Huntu, a preacher, that doesn't want to give up his Christian faith and for that his arms are torn away and he is left to painful death. This is by far the masterpiece of the Album.
Then, end titles: we are left with a voiceless song, Nordic Feast. Quite fast, but more relaxing, with some whistles and stuff. A joyful song: everybody is drunk and all the tables smashed. Time to go home with joy. A very short serious part, and humppa humppa again!
That's everything.
I hoped in something more "kädeet siipina", but unluckily this is a happy album. Maybe too happy, but for this reccomended to emo-depressed-lazy suckers.

Hugin is coming to Dublin tonight, so that the crows will meet again in the land of Ravens.
May the northwind bring you good potatoes harvest.