Should be a snoozer.
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Don't be so pessimistic Wizard, what's with you lately?
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A snoozer like is what I'm looking forward to......
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Sounds like a killer gig with Kiuas et al
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I wish I lived in Helsinki.... Then I would not only be able to see this show, but I would also be born with the ability to shred up on a guitar.
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These guys should just stop.
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fuck you
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They're not bad, but they're not amazing either. I am anxious to see wheher they progress as every good band should. I can hardly listen to their last album for more than a few songs. However, KillJoy is fucking amazing.
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Naw, they're basically the best in the genre they are.
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No seriously, they're just going to keep making the same boring album over and over again.
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insomnium are the bane of humankind.
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They're one of my favourite bands. Can't wait for the sneak peeks from the new album!!
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Naw, they're basically the best in the genre they are
Agree.
insomnium are the bane of humankind
Kill yourself.
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Not the best in the genre. Not the worst either. They're in the range of I could not give two shits about them. If they come on, great. If they don't, also great.
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Don't be so pessimistic Wizard, what's with you lately?
Working you up, thats what hahaha. Tbh, I do apologize for being so pessimistic as of late. Been some really rough days working here at the Landscape Architect office.
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A gray, cloud-infested sky is greeting you the next morning as your eyes slowing bring you back to the harsh reality before you. Untold number of miles from salvation, death has no pity for anyone. A cold mountain pass brings change to your eyes, as you finally emerge from the unending forest. There is no sign of your will except what the bare, wind-swept rock can tell. The clean white flakes of snow fall around you, a sure sign of more suffering. The fog shades the distance, and once again you are plunged back into a state of unknowing. The lack of answers is pushing you off the edge, pushing you to brink of madness. You cry out to the unforgiving wind, to the night sky and to the unending landscape, giving your final ultimatum, cursing everything which makes you human and everything which makes you forsaken. The night falls yet again, the frozen moon hangs in the sky, the crisp, cold air makes its bitter return. Your soul is weak, the nameless fear taking you over, engulfing your will to live on, your will to survive. Death knows it, and so do you.
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Sweet, I loved there last album. I hope there newest one is even better.
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Cocaine's post got me all hot and bothered
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Cant frigging wait for this album.
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