Zombies, Psychos & Dead Girls Coming to a Bar Near You!

Fans of all things psychobilly will be rubbing their hands together in delight while inspecting the gig lineup for several venues around town for the next couple of months. And hell, there's good reason, with great shows arriving to bedazzle folk from at least January to April.

This year kicked off with a wicked bunch of bands at Yabba Dabba Do at Loose last Saturday. Having seen both Gun Molls and Gangsters and Atom Notes at Hela-torstai klubi some months ago (and written a note about it here), i won't go into that in too much detail. Let it be said, though, that the Atom Notes' playing was as furious as ever, and that Mika on the guitar was still as dashing as ever. My personal highlight, however, was seeing The Patsy Walkers. The ladies haven't played gigs in what seems like ages, so in their absence i've had to content myself with renditions of 'Wolfman' in the shower (occasionally elsewhere, too). Needless to say, i was thrilled to hear they were going to be back on stage. Also, this gave me the opportunity to rifle through my wardrobe to find the Patsy Walkers band shirt i had discovered at Hietsu kirppis last summer, and promised both myself and the girl selling it that as soon as the band took to the stage again, the shirt and i would be in front row. Which we were. Compliments for choice of clothing were received from both band members and jealous fans. Sweet.

Onwards into the year, February gets to a lovely start with Blues Trash Cabaret at Loose, featuring Russian surf and b-movie inspired band Messer Chups. After seeing them at Tavastia's Psychorama last summer, i took a serious fancy to the Chups. Movie-sample saturated instrumental music and a stage presence that comes across as fabulously indifferent somehow manage to root you to the spot and forget about that third pint you were going for. Or maybe its the enchanting Zombiegirl on bass. In any case, this is the life-soundtrack of choice i'd prefer to have play in my head. Not kidding, definitely one to see.

Zombie Noise festival sweeps over Nosturi on February 20, bringing to town old school psychos, Mad Sin. These dudes are old but notoriously tireless, and if one is in the mood for sweat, spit, and a whole lotta man, this is the place to be. Other festival bands include French psychobilly group, the Astro Zombies, and domestic talent Relentless. And for a host of more homegrown talent, one needs only to head down the stairs to Alakerta, where the T-bird gang, The Bullet Biters and The Black Magic Six take the stage. 

And last but definitely not least, Nekromantix. Ah. This is a band i've never seen live, but have always wanted to. Which will go some way in explaining why i'll be screaming like a little boy in the front row when i hear the chorus to Dead Girls Don't Cry. <3






6.2.Blues Trash Cabaret, Bar Loose
20.2 Zombie Noise Festival, Nosturi
1.4 Nekromantix, Nosturi

i heart in November.

1. Glögi. It’s officially the season.
2. Browsing books at the bookstore and dividing them into wish lists for myself and gift lists for others (with items on my wish list far outnumbering those on the list for others).
3. Weekends, which are rapidly filling up with various pikkujoulu shindigs.
4. Wearing dresses with biker boots. Boots are so much warmer than converse all stars, which are my footwear of choice 99.9% of the time.
5. Messer Chups. Wicked Russian psychobilly band. Great horror sound to counter all the x-mas carols they play obnoxiously loud 24/7 at most establishments from November to January .
6. Fairylights. My apartment is all a-twinkle. And kinda looks like one of those dodgy thai massage establishments in Kallio…
7. Being inside when it’s hideous weather outside. Preferably with woolly socks, a good book and a stiff drink.
8. Zombieland. Cinematic pleasure with zombies, weapons and Woody Harrelson.
9. Hats and scarves. The bigger and woollier the better.
10.  Kung Po Tofu at New Bamboo Center. Nothing like picking up super spicy take away on the way home through the rain/sleet/whatever else the sky chucks at you. Nom nom.