Captain`s log, stardate 0,1, year 2211



We headed towards Jyväskylä at Thursday, coz`six o`clock wake up at Friday didn`t really get support. And off we went. First night went little boozy, as we all were excited about having so much beer in one place. Yeah… After three hours of sleepless dreams the sun pierced holes through our vampyric skin.

Ten o`clock. Right on time. No chichat with Arttu, Jukka started immediately set drums and after an hour, the set and all the microphones were on their places. Wow. A quick start, I could say. I had to go to city at twelve but when I came back an hour later, Jukka was finishing the last song. 1,5h for three songs. Not bad, don`t ya think? And then the Fender Basses. They went smoothly, since I try to keep my lines simple, the playing is about music, not to “hey look at me and my cool fills”. 40min and three songs, I`m pleased! While I went to my day’s second (16th) cigarette, Jarkko started his guitar parts. Expect he didn`t. The guitar borrowed from Arska (Cerebro) had new strings and we spent WHOLE FUCKING HOUR trying to keep it in tune. And after everyone was enough pissed off, we started recordings, and tuned the guitar twice/three times/song. Shit… Well, Jarkko played well, and the rest of the day went doubling guitars and retaking our crappy playing. I`m pretty exhausted by now, but hey, there`s beer on the fridge and what would be nicer way (expect lying on a sunny beach with hot woman and hotter sun) to spend weekend than recording your own music! Got that right.



Quotes of the day; “Hey crusader let me be your space invader”

“Baby we doesn`t have much time”


-Jarno



This diary needs a more realistic and professional view on the subject. And music is not an amusing subject. Even less if we are talking about dark, slow and depressed doom metal. Recording to a metronome in the speed of 60 bmp can be surprisingly frustrating - Aiming a snare stroke to click is like shooting a flea from 500 meters. Three songs – playing time approx. 15 minutes – and it takes 1,5 hours to record that?? I guess that gives a clue, what kind of an amateur we are talking about. Oh man! The sun ain’t warm - the beer is, everyone is a dick, we got drummer playing like a dysmorphic monkey and a guitar changing tune every 2 minutes! …well honestly I think the songs sound pretty good. And we got a studio mascot. He’s brown. He’s a feline. He plays in berzerker. Enough clues. “YOU NO NEED PUT MONEY IN MY POCKET”

-Jukka




Captains`s log, stardate 666



After yesterdays sessions we drank few well deserved beers and myself and Jukka headed to city while Mikko and Hemmo went to bed. Together. Side by side. I crawled back early hours and boys had to almost literally rip me off the bed 9.40… Jesus Christ what a feeling. Well, guess who`s to blame… Hemmo started recording his parts and they went like a party in Hugh Hefners mansion. Mikko started at 13 o`clock, and we struggled through the complications with distorting intervals but sometime around three it was Jarkko`s turn to sodomize his throat. And boy, did the vocals sound great, yes, sir, they did. At five we were readysteady and headed back to my place, while Arttu stayed to do his job. Can`t wait `till tomorrow and hear the mixed songs… Jesus Christ what a feeling.

Quotes of the day: “Ai vittu” “Ei vittu” “Vittumä” Vittusä”

”The world is to destroy”

“There is nothing above us. But stars. Above us.”

“Hey baby, wake up from your asleep”



-JARANO-



Jarkko is not as drunk as usually. He demonstrated his ferocious vocal chords today (once again) but apparently is suffering from some kinda singing deficiency, cuz he won’t shut up.



Jarno: The individual with the most pressure. Will his songs reach the minds of masses, flow down a sevage hole or just remain an excuse for sex, drugs and alcohol? Tomorrow shall show his destiny! A terrible hangover in carpathia and shit on the bedsheets!!



Hemmo…sitting in the corner, as usual. He plays cool, yet his soul is tangled in contradictive melodies. Those slow and vibrating notes from his perfectly tuned Gibson could tear flesh but cannot heal that deep, scarred wound inside. Dunno what it is. It could be just an ulcer.



Mikko had a good connection to the stars of Sirius today. I heard the greyheads talking through his keyboard again. Oh their voices are so beautiful… Huh? Anyone seen my pills?



Jukka deserves a bloody good punch on the bottom for his doings! Shame on you, you bloody stickfinger monkey! (älähäny, ota maksalaatikkoa)



“Suomalainen studiossa pantu duumi maaliman paras duumi. Swalou tö sun. Tölkki. Hope mielellään. Ehottomasti. Paras duumi. Swalou tö sun.”



- JUCCA -



Raah Raah Blaah. That’s THE shIT. Eesti Vodddka Saaremaa! Blooddrunk. Today everything was going pretty good. I’m pleased, your space invader, star destroyer.



- MiiCCo -


The Final Dawn



Last night we were partying pretty much all the way to the first light of the day. As you probably can see above… Three days of bad sleep, heavy drinking and endless hours in studio has taken their tall. I tried to sleep but Arttu was a dick and disturbed my beautydreams with mixing our songs… Yet eight hours later the mixing and mastering was done and the final versions were mindfucking our tired brains. We`re pleased with the result! Hopefully you too!



This is Jarno. The last survivor of the studio Watercastle. Mikko, Jukka, Hemmo, and Jarkko are dead. The instruments have been destroyed. Over and out.