#kirjakahvila

[andyqwoods]

Mansionin huomisen keikan kuvat nyt SmugMugissa värillisinä ja virallisina! . Kirjakahvila, Love Metal Hate Fascism vol. 3, Turku, 2020. . #turku #keikkakuvaaja #keikka #minifestivaali #kirjakahvila #kirjakahvilaturku #mansion #iamthemansion #metal #love #doom #cult #historicalmetal #gigpic #ishootraw #canon5dmarkiv #lorelai #on1photoraw @iamthemansion @kirjakahvila @anniinairmeli #alma #almamansion

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Sumuposautaja at Kirjakahvila Turku Finland summer 2021

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Kovaa Rasvaa at Punx for Seitan, Kirjakahvila Turku Finland 2020

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HIUS at Kirjakahvila summer 2019

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5/2016 Kirjakahvila; Turku, Finland

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The Kaneel @ Kirjakahvila / Anniina Auf @ Kirjakahvila / Johanna Porola @ Kirjakahvila

[Sanna] Ahh, Kirjakahvila. Turku's womb for subculture, activism and vegan food. They provide a space for a variety of events, especially in the summers. Tonight was KEIKKAILTA ((((((((( We stepped into Brinkkala Yard when the Kaneel started performing. It’s a delightful hipster band from Turku that plays great indie-rock. They’ve been out and about for quite a while already, but this was the first time we had a chance to catch them live. Solid and good.

Next up was Anniina Auf. This was the second time we saw her perform her set and already she did it with far greater confidence. The sky turned pastel coloured and darkened as the medieval yard filled with Anniina's light soundscapes. I especially enjoyed her cover of ”My name Isobel” by Björk. Hearing a new generation of female artists pay homage to the Goddess of artsy electronic music is delightful. It’s the ciiiiircle of liiiife!

Johanna Porola took the stage when night had already fallen. Her sound was experimental, while most her songs also had a straight forward, dark rave beat to them. A perfect follow up to Anniina’s much brighter tunes. Porola’s show was completed by the video performance that was projected on the old wall behind her. Our friend B even saw the merman of his dreams!

After three great performances, Melting Hearts seemed like a joke. Sadly, I really can’t say anything good about it. It felt forced, wannabe-artsy and lacked a sense of aesthetics entirely. Then again, maybe I’m just too dumb to understand it. Maybe we would’ve had fun with it at Kuka on a Wednesday evening. Now, however, we left after two songs, to not ruin our otherwise excellent night.

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decided this is a better colour