Just a quick update about the coming tours of 2017
Got the flights booked for Japan RAT RAID tour II today, which means that the booking of the tour shows will start now. All by our lovely sweeties Nori and Ico of Distro Rakkos. Gigs and info will be updated as soon as we have something to share with you all! starts 14/15:th of September till the 24:th of September.
EURO TRASH - tour in May will start the 10:th of May in Berlin and end the 20:th in Leipzig, maybe a last breakdown here in Malmö the 21:st of May. more info will be posted as soon as we have anything to share, keep an eye on the GIGS section for further updates. First of we'll head down to Mallorca in the 18:th of March. Till then we're recording the third 12" SÅLD which we are really happy about.
söndag 18 december 2016
Thank you for an amazing time Jönköping! The newly renovated Insikten and the benefit for Hygget was a massive success. We hope you all had as much of a blast as we did. Best ending of yet another tour intense year! Now the recording of our new album Såld is up and we'll be down in the basement if you wish to get a hold of us. So prepare for more raw mangel and noise! Stay tuned.
Photo by: Pierre Karlman
måndag 28 november 2016
Last chance to catch us playing live this year will probably be at the support gig for Hygget at Insikten Jönköping the 3rd of December. Where we’ll be playing back to back with Warcollapse, Utanförskapet, Rajoitus and Idiot Ikon!
See you there and stay tuned for more noise!
And keep on mangeling for freedom!
Now we’re to start the project of recording our third LP (to be titled Såld) as well as a small surprise…
onsdag 24 augusti 2016
måndag 23 maj 2016
So stoked about playing!There will be lots of amazing new and old bands, chaos and mangling for freedom!
Kriminal (De), Terrorstat (No), Scumraid (Kor), Discunt (No), Dårligt Selskab (Dk), Sexdwarf, Mørkt Kapittel (No), Foreseen (Fi), Avskum, Remiso, Obscene Revenge (It), Lawgiver, Jugguling Jugulars (Fi), Crutches, Lifelong Hangover (Fi), Piss (De), Våld, Upright (Fi), Korp, Distress (Ru) & Planet Y (Dk)
for more info: https://punx44.wordpress.com/
for TICKETS: https://billetto.se/punx-44-festival-2016
måndag 9 maj 2016
Day 1. (22nd Dec)After a long wait, two years later and cashing out the piggy bank. It was once again time to go to South East Asia for some more craziness, punk family, noise, ciu, monkeys, chili and tofu. Sadly this time our merch guy Eddie (last tour; now our second guitarist) couldn’t tag along. But the chaos squad family were stoked to go on new adventures. We gathered at Daniel and Eddies place for departure, like we always do as it’s close to the train station. Our first flight was bound for a layover in Dubai, which offered some of the best airplane food I’ve ever had. (Here I wrote ”Food desc.” in my notes, but I can’t for the love of my life remember what it was. So it can’t have been that fantastic). After a couple of beers, very expensive ones at that, we continued our journey to Singapore.
Day 2. (23rd Dec)Here we were greeted by our friend Hafiz telling us to fuck off through the widows to the baggage retrieval room. We felt right at home. When we had picked up our stuff and some hugs we took the train to the inner city where the venue and art space Substation is situated. We had some food Hafiz brought for us, and made ourselves comfortable on the pavement with the local punks. Always nice to meet both new and old faces. Being back here brought back memories. And for me it was so nice not to be sick as hell this time. Last time I had a high fever, diarrhea and couldn’t really enjoy Singapore as much. On top of that I remember telling Daniel that Singapore probably wasn’t as manically clean as I remembered it, who concurred.
During the night I had my first episode ever of land sickness and had to ask Daniel whether or not I was really drunk as my balance was way off, which was somewhat of a weird experience. It subsided or got mellowed out after some beers though. Then the bands started playing. The ones I found really good was a cool Indonesian one called Attack to the Front, Singapore's own Lubricant and an amazing performance by Annhilitia! It was a great kick-off of the tour. I love floor shows, being on the same level as the audience, and that it invites to some craziness and chaos. There were also some pretty intense stroboscoping going on which really messed with my brain when I looked down on the neck of the guitar.
After the show we were taken pretty far off, to the outskirts of town, to sleep in a condo/”bungalow”-complex. We had some food and an after party together with the bands and punks. But cut it pretty short as we were all damn tired after the long trip and were to get on a bus to Kuala Lumpur the day after.
Day 3. (24th Dec)
Awoke early by Oskar who couldn’t sleep and were rummaging about in the room, but managed to catch some more sleep before Hafiz told us it was time get our stuff together and go to the bus station. We tried to get us some breakfast on our own, but either since I pronounced it wrong or the guy in the food stall didn’t understand me there was no place for us to eat. So I got Hafiz to come with us and then there were loads of it. We sat down on the stairs eating until the rain forced us under the roof. The bus was massively delayed but finally arrived and we were on our way to KL. But first the border control and security check boogie. Where they didn’t seem to care and people (as always) acted as if they were the only ones in line and wanted to get on with their lives and not being herded like sheep.
We arrived a bit later than expected and sat under the towering freeways of Kuala Lumpur and waited for Ci Chaan and Borhan who picked us up in their cars. Yet another welcome meeting of our close friends. We drove to an amazing Chinese all vegan buffet restaurant and had a big meal, of all kinds of fake meats and fish, with some orange juice. We also learned the most important phrase in Malay ”Cili potong” (Chopped chili). Here I got the snus (Swedish pouch tobacco) which Borhan had bought for us. As it was expensive as hell to bring with us, due to us arriving in Singapore the previous day. Where we ran into some issue with the border security last visit. But apparently the convenience store Cold Storage in Malaysia sell Swedish Snus. A bit sweeter than the original recipe but they do like their sugar in SE Asia. It was pure bliss.
With a snus under my lip and a belly full of good food we took off for the venue in Puchong, Ci Chaans area. The venue was a studio called the M2 Sound Studio, pretty big with great equipment, sound and room. Ci Chaan took us to a small alcohol store, just a hole in the wall, where they even had a small bar. We bought some beers and whisky and returned to the studio. Puchong Wolfpack presented some really good bands and we got to play together with Borhans own band Osmantikos. As always it got hot as hell. Which was a good reminder for tomorrows upcoming show at Rumah Api (Translated House of Fire). A lot of old friends showed up, which was a really nice opportunity to be able to hang out before the chaos at Rumah Api. There's always too much happening to be able to get some time for deeper conversations. We then had some Indian food after the show and then got a ride by Mad Yus back to Borhans moms place, who'd kindly offered her upper floor for us to crash on for the days we were spending there. Took a shower and went to bed.
Day 4. (25th Dec)
We were greeted on the balcony by some more friends and a big bottle of whisky. Hung out and waited for people to arrive and the festival to start. Met so many old and new faces, CIRA (Chaos in Rumah Api) is an amazing punk family fest, and I was so happy we got a second chance to play there again. During our set we had our good friend Kody, from Singapore, pitch on vocals on one of our songs. It was a blast! The sweat was pouring, people were flying and chaos all around. Afterwards we all went to the restaurant area and had a big long table dinner with all the bands and local punks under the starry night sky. Food, crazy people singing, beer and a lot of chillies. Then we were to go back to Borhans moms place. I rode with Mad Yus again trying to catch up a bit more. We talked for what felt like hours and after a while we stopped the car and realized that we were actually a bit lost in the villa area. But I have a pretty good sense of location and we found our way back to the others who had started to wonder where we ended up as we drove off some time before them.
Day 5. (26th Dec)Today we were leaving for Sungai Petani, so Borhan woke us up early again. We first sent off Daniel with all the equipment to the train station. Then the rest of us got a ride with Borhans father who kindly enough offered to drive us. Tom wasn’t feeling alright and had an intermission with the local fauna and then we took the train to the bus station together with a lot of newly awakened people going on holiday. It was a long wait for the bus to arrive, due to the holiday causing some delays, so we got some breakfast at an Indian place. Soggy pancakes with curry and masala served with warm water, which was the only vegan food they offered in the morning. We all passed on the water. Felt a bit weird after the pancakes and ran to the bathroom where I found a guy panic smoking in the sink. But the old clunker was fine. Finally the bus arrived and we had six hours of sleep on the way.
Arrived in Sungai Petani, and got thrown off the bus in the middle of the street. Met some friends of Borhans who owned a shoe store on the other side of the street where we stored all of our bags and equipment for the time being. Went for breakfast, noodles and raw tofu with chilies, before heading out to somewhat of a river delta with an overhanging bridge. It was pretty cool as it was low tide and we found some weird foot prints. We all wanted to take a swim but Idan who had come with us told us not to. Later on we realized it was both due to the water being dirty and the fact that there lived Komodo dragons just under the bridge. We met a lot of wedding couples taking pictures on the bridges and everything felt a bit surreal. But it was really beautiful, so totally understandable.
We headed for the studio where we were to play later that night. Had some food at the Indian restaurant just around the corner together with Neng and unloaded our stuff up in the studio. It was a massive studio place where they were renovating, hence there were loads of foam insulation and wooden panels lying about. Which you could jump around and climb on. It was a really nice show. I had some issues with one guitar amp during sound check but got told that “When you’re gonna play it’ll be fine”. As it had happened before. And indeed, so it was. We played together with a cool rock and noise band called September Clash which was a really nice break in the punk/d-beat frenzy. Then per tradition Oskar hurt himself again, this time his foot. He jumped off the foam pile, which I described before, onto the floor only in his socks. This was due to the fact that you had to remove your shoes before entering the studio.
After the show we picked up some painkillers and liniment for him. We were staying at Idans sisters house, where we hung out, tried the local tree brew Kratom and stayed up talking all night.
Day 6. (27th Dec)
Day 7. (28th Dec)Everything has to have an end and so did our part of the tour in Malaysia. Finally caught a good night's sleep even though I spent the night talking to Idan and Ali, going through Borhans zines in his old room. We had breakfast together at the same place we did the first day in KL. Said our goodbyes to the Malaysian god Borhan, who'd been an amazing, host, tour-manager and support, and then got a ride to the airport. Once at the airport the hassle started, with eTicket-machines not working and being directed to all sorts of counters. After some endless queuing we finally found someone who could help us. I had to pay extra for my guitar as we had exceeded our weight limit somehow. Then an immigration control boogie and a ”security check”, where Tom and Oskar went through the metal detectors in their studded vests and the only reaction they got was pretty much non-existent. Since Oskar had some trouble walking I tried an information booth to try and get him some crutches. But the only answer I got was: ”We don’t supply Crutches” and all I could think was, well thanks for that one. Pun intended. We found a bar and had a wifi-party until we were to head for the gate. Tom stopped for snacks. We went ahead. Panic! There was yet another security check and super long lines. I ran up the stairs to get Tom. Luckily enough the check went fairly fast and smooth, and when we arrived at the gate the plane was delayed. Due to some complication they had to switch out the planes and of course our food didn’t make it. We did get some tasteless cup noodles with lukewarm water instead. Yay!
Well in Surabaya, Indonesia we were picked up by Tyan instead of our tour-manager Esa and two local punks in a small car. So we crammed in like a clown car with all the equipment. We drove to Malang which took us three hours, where we were supposed to sleep at an info shop without walls in an old garage. It was a cool space but the location was well... interesting. Oskar stayed behind when we went for some excellent food at the roundabout. Indonesia the promised land for Tofu and Tempeh! We then slept for a really long time.
Day 8. (29th Dec)
The venue was a villa with an open space under the roof where the show was to be held. Nineteen bands in one day including us, we sure were back in Indonesia. I saw some good bands, but I can’t remember any names due to the sheer amount of them. A lot of chaos going on. We decided to fall back a bit, as we’d been told that there was a waterfall near by. Tyan took us walking in the direction, approx. 20 min. After a while we met a tea picker on a motorbike. Asked him where the waterfall was. Apparently it wasn’t 20 min. but two hours away. So we turned around. We stopped in the middle of the tea plantations and had some booze with some punks. After a while we went back to the villa
and the nearby food shack. Ordered some food but discovered that there were sausages in it, but the old lady was kind enough to cook us a new batch. Had a chili-fest, took photos with some nice people and then we were to play. Some street punks had a falling out during our set and it looked violent, so we stopped playing. Talked a bit about it but got reassured that it was nothing and finished our set. Afterwards we had to pack up really fast and waited for the van to take us down the mountain to the roundabout, where we had the food last night. We were told the bus to Jogjakarta was supposed to leave from there pretty soon.
The van never arrived, and now we really had to hurry to catch the bus. Our gear got thrown into a truck and we got a ride down the mountain on scooters. It was as if picked straight out of a movie, rushing downhill in a big crowd of scooters overlooking the whole city by night. It was very beautiful. At the roundabout we hurried with withdrawing some cash. I had to pee and barged into a
more fancy restaurant and asked for the toilet. I got directed to the second floor and all I found was a shower next to the dinner guests. I went downstairs again to ask the bartender but he assured me that it was the place where I should pee, so I did. We then continued to wait and hang out on the pavement. Met a lot of folks from the show, had some grilled corn, warm peanuts, and Gado-Gado (here we go again!). Finally a van arrived, maybe 3-4 hours later. But when we were to load in the gear we realized the back of the van was filled to the brim with flowers. Apparently it wasn’t a bus we were waiting for but this guy who was making a flower run to the other side of Indonesia. We managed to cram everything and everyone in, and we embarked on the bumpiest ride I’ve ever ridden. Seriously, it was like riding the inside of a rust bucket of a dryer for ten hours. I switched places with Tyan halfway at a roadside buffet in the middle of the night. Where our driver over-ate and sat next to me retching the rest of the trip. Many stops were made for him to puke. Which made me feel sick and kept me from going to sleep, as if banging my head in the roof or sitting on top of the warm and nodular engine wasn’t enough. At the end of the trip Tyan apparently had happened to nudge to loose wires under the dashboard with his feet (I kept mine away since there was a hole straight through the hull) and the flashers stopped working. So we had to stop yet again to fix that.
Day 9. (30th Dec)
After the show we headed back to Rumah Kata by scooter and went by a super nice old lady's food stall in the middle of the street before taking the party to Rumah Katas balcony again. We sat and talked for many hours about everything from lessons in Swedish to how the punk scene is different in our countries compared to each other. I went to bed a bit earlier than the others and fell asleep to their conversations. It felt really nice.
The show wasn’t supposed to start until four o' clock, so we sat down with some local punks and Eddie who were hanging out in the garden in front of the house. Had some Arrak. Swung some on the hammock and talked some shit. Eddie was really surprised that we were hanging out with him. Apparently he only drove fancy rich tourists who made him take them to their destination and didn’t care for what he was to be doing whilst waiting in-between. We had a discussion on how we felt people should be treated and how punk is not in the clothes. He told us he was feeling a bit out of place in his Hawaii shirt and bling. Tom did what he does
best. Went in the house and changed out of his studded vest and into his Hawaii shirt he had brought, to Eddies great surprise. So all smiling and some drinks later, some of the bands arrived. People arrived, went up and down the mountain to buy drinks and an amazing Coconut and Jackfruit stew. When the clock was seven they decided to start the show. Some bands had gotten delayed and they felt they couldn’t wait any longer, as there were quite a few bands playing this night.
The show space was the garage driveway on the hill connected to the house with the audience on the road in front of it. A lot of good bands this night with an exceptional performance from Disgörge, total d-beat noise attack! Playing ”outside” also made the end of our set pretty bombastic. It looked super cool when we ripped off our track Lurad as the bell tolled twelve and fireworks started filling the skies above the heads of the audience. Almost magical, so to speak. Then there were Ciu in huge amounts, as well as another delicious Chinese brew that was more to my liking. Which we sloshed our New Year's noodles down with. We had a big party on the road but since we had to get up at 4-5 am again we had to cut it shorter. We all fell asleep in a big bed together whilst Tyan partied on for all of us.
Day 11. (1st Jan)Awoke by mine and Daniels alarm. He got up and tried to find Tyan, but couldn’t find him. So he passed the task on to me and went to sleep again. Me being the not so much of a morning person said ”Yes of course” and fell asleep again. I then dreamt that I got up and went downstairs where I found two people still awake talking. Asked them if they knew where Tyan were. They pointed me in a direction and I found him sleeping in the bed in the room next to the kitchen. I then woke up for real. (A couple of minutes later). Had the weirdest feeling, but thought “Hey! I might as well try it”. And just as I had dreamt, I found two persons to ask and found him in the exact same place. We then woke the rest of the guys up, found Eddie brushing his teeth next to the van and packed in all the gear. We drove back down the mountain to the intersection where we first had arrived in Semarang. Bought some amazing food packages and water to bring and a net of Snake fruit. On the way I desperately needed to take a shit. So we stopped for gas and after delivering a small two year old, we got on with our journey again.
Day 12. (2nd Jan)
Day 13. (3rd Jan)
sleep while on the highway. But awoke a bit later to a weird smell and the car feeling funny. Eddie and Tyan spoke to each other pretty worried and all I could hear was the engine roaring yet nothing happened. The car had broken down. We figured (with the incident yesterday on the slope) that the clutch discs were bust. So we stood there and waited for a tow truck to take us to the closest car repair shop. Next to the car shop was a small snack/drink shop which we occupied and slept some on the pavement until they had fixed the car. They were amazingly fast and it only took a couple of hours until we were on our way again.
We arrived at Tyans house in Jakarta. Took a shower and hung out on his porch for a while before heading to the venue around three. We drove for an hour and then it dawned on me, both that Jakarta is one hell of a big city and that it was much farther than we had expected. Two hours later we stopped for food and drove a couple of minutes more until we finally arrived at a University campus area, where we were going to play the big parking lot. In a party tent. It couldn’t get any better after a long day in the car. Weird show spaces are the best!
At the campus we were directed down in some underground corridors to drop off the equipment at first. Met our old friend Syahir of Pissed Off! Records who’s helped a lot in releasing our records. We then went upstairs again and met Esa our tour-manager whose place Tyan had been filling ever since we got to Indonesia. So nice meeting this crazy fella again. Sadly Kontradiksi from Bandung had to cancel their show for tonight, which I was a bit bummed out about but they had to for a good reason. And I was soon to be crushed by some Jakarta punk bands and thought I’ll see them again. The Jakarta punks had brought out the black wine again (Intisari) which is one of my favorites. Saw some really cool bands including one that totally blew my mind called the Roof with their song Today Chaos, Tomorrow Destroy. His furious vocals blasted through a blown out monitor gave me chills down my spine. I snuck away for some water at an Indomaret down the road. It was pretty dark on the pavement and I walked pretty fast. So when I was just about to walk past a couple and found myself tripping over ”nothing” and kicking something into the bushes. I realized that it was a rat that had been crossing the street heading for the bushes already. Haha. I guess I gave it a shove down the right direction. But it left both me and the couple stunned for second.
When I came back to the campus I caught Esas band Zudas Krust being as good as ever and soon it was our turn. Afterwards we had an after party on the parking lot. Total chaos, Jakarta style. We then went and got some food on our own, because Esa had disappeared, and some confusion occurred but it was all under control. We then slept at Tyans house. We also paid for the car, said goodbye to fast Eddie who got on his way back home to Jogjakarta, which must’ve been like a trip of 18 hours or so. I was glad I wasn’t doing that one.
Our old friend Ebby from Kontrasosial picked us up, whom we were going to play the last two shows together with. He drove us to the Stone Head squat, which was an old car shop where they had shows occasionally. This was also the place where the last show of the tour was to be in two days time. Met the other band Pakar Serang who were also coming along with us, really sweet guys. Some amazing people had cooked delicious food for us so we had a dinner party. Tried the Borneo version of Ciu made of coconut which was like balm for your soul compared to the rocket fuel Ciu on Jawa (Sorry, not sorry). It had been a long day of traveling so we all went to bed pretty early.
Day 15. (5th Jan)Woke up and had some breakfast. Thirsty as ever I guzzled down a couple of the weird plastic water glasses with straws they tend to have everywhere. My stomach started acting up again. I got worried again that it was time for me to get sick. As Oskar had been having some issues last night. But after some squatting at the toilet I realized I just had to get some chillies out of my body. Ever since my incident last tour I worry for this but didn’t get affected this tour. I did on the other hand keep my pack filled with diarrhea pills, just in case. We were to ride the local bus to the bus station but it was too crowded. Instead we got picked up in a jeep, which this guy rode around in with closed windows and no functioning ventilation. I dare say it was even hotter in this guys car than at Rumah Api or at least on par with. Add to that that Borneo is close to the equator line (or maybe even on it?). Anyway, It was blazing hot, but he seemed to like it and the ride wasn’t that long.
At the bus station I headed for the toilet once more and bought myself a soda for the road. The rest of the Kontrasosial guys met us there, who had been traveling from Bandung since four in the morning the same day. A bit tired but all in good moods with a cold beer to share. We filled the back of the bus with punks and had a nice bus party towards Semarang. Saw some amazing nature on the road. And the ride was filled with people hopping on and off selling various treats, food and musicians coming aboard to play for money. At our destination we waited for a while in the shade for the organizer to come and pick us up. We once again got crammed in a small car and rode to the area where we were to play. It was a small recording studio on the second floor of the building. We unloaded the gear and hung out on the balcony and underneath in the garage. A lot of people started showing up. Probably around a hundred of street punks hung out along the road and I wondered how this was gonna work out. There was no chance at all for them to fit. As the room we were to play was only maybe enough for 30 people maximum. I was told it was many years since a western band had come and played on Borneo as many usually decide to go to Bali instead. It made me a bit concerned again over the size of the venue (although it was to be remedied the next day), but also very happy that we had the possibility to go here and play.
Quite a few photos were taken and we had some Gado-Gado before the show started. A cool ambient electronic project named Sarana kicked the show off by building soundscapes. Pakar Serang did an amazing set. And Kontrasosial killed it like always, such a good band! D-beat madness with harsh vocals. When it was our turn to play the studio was well pre-heated and the AC didn’t seem to work. You could feel the moisture on the walls. During the set a small lake of my own sweat had amassed under my feet and I almost slipped. That sure was a first. Afterwards a lot of people wanted to take photos and buy merch but we all needed to catch our breath/cool down, thankfully the guys in Kontrasosial kept an eye on the distro for a few minutes. We first got interviewed for Borneo Indie channel all still a bit dazed from the hot show. Then something really weird happened as the owner of the venue wanted to take a photo with us in his home, which was fine. But apparently they had made us some food and wanted us to hang out in their living room. We stayed a while, took the photo and thanked them so much for their kindness, but felt we'd rather hangout outside with the punks again.
The venue closed pretty early and we went to one of the girls in Saranas place. We came to the house, hung our clothes to dry after the sweaty show. Her mother had cooked a huge meal for all the bands, which we ate on the front patio and drank coffee (one of the few times on this tour, and I’m a huge coffee junkie) and talked all night.
Day 16. (6th Jan)As always at the end of a tour I have a hard time sleeping. I lie and think back at it, write this diary and roll from side to side. On top of that one of the ones I was sleeping next to kept punching and kicking in his sleep, with me being the punching bag. It might’ve been due to the mosquitoes in the air or maybe he was just an aggressive sleeper. The mother of the house also kept running in-between her and the girls room endless times during the night for some reason.
When I woke up everyone had already had breakfast and sat outside. I had some of the leftovers from yesterday and a coffee. Jumped in the car and we got a ride to the bus station. Back in Balikpapan we got dropped off in an intersection where we were to be picked up, but me and Ken from Kontrasosial didn’t fit the car. So we had a soda and sat in the sun for a while until two friends came by with scooters.
Back at the Stone head squat we spent the day with eating, napping, putting up the distro and hanging out with the local street punks who came for the big fest and end show of the tour. They held screen printing workshops, art exhibitions and several distros were there for the fest. The bands started playing early as there were many to play. They had cleaned up all the engine parts and made the car hall really nice looking. Which made for an awesome setting for it. So loads of bands and over a hundred people in the crowd. It was packed! It was a crazy show, with good energy and a lot of chaos going on. When Kontrasosial played the whole place was rumbling. I of course blew a string. Bumped around with all the people who were on stage. Oskar climbed a wall and dropped the mic outside the wall. It was such a party, and the energy! We couldn't have asked for a better end of the tour.
After the show some guy insisted on us sleeping in his guest house and we couldn’t say no. We were gonna eat together with all the bands on a street restaurant later on in the night so we went with him to his ”guest house” to drop off the stuff first. When we arrived, we realized that it wasn’t really a guest house. It was more of a hotel than anything. But he insisted that we were to stay there so we did even though it felt weird. Back at the intersection we had some amazing Gado-Gado, a lot of chilies, hung out a while and then said our goodbyes. Some hugs and strong feelings later we came back to our room. I took a shower and thought it’d be nice to get the dirt and grime away, but somehow forgot to wash my hair. Which I was to regret later when I’d gone to bed and pulled my fingers through it. I recognized the smell but couldn’t quite place it… Until I realized it was mildew. The last two shows had been intensely warm and sweaty, without any direct possibility for it to dry up. But we were going to the beach before starting our flight home. So I thought I’d wash it out there.
Day 17. (7th Jan)
We got up early to go to the beach. Got served breakfast at the guy who owned the ”guest house” house. Waited for a long time for him to hear from Ebby, but I guess there were some mis-communication. Because when we finally arrived down at the beach they had already taken a swim. But we got to see some of downtown Balikpapan, and stay at the beach for a while with some cold brews. It was amazing. Even though the water was a bit dirty. Oskar found a talon floating, as well as some garbage every now and then. Me being the pale skin that I am got up early to sit in the shade. I still managed to burn my right arm though. But at least it wasn’t as bad as last time when I became the Swedish lobster. Said goodbye to our good friends. We then went back to the place to pick up our stuff, had some food and got to the airport.
At the airport they weren't really willing to help us at all when trying to check in. They acted as if they’d never seen neither instruments nor backpacks and sent us around and around. When they finally sent us over to the over-size baggage check-in, we got totally ignored again for a while. So I already started to get irritated here. Then when going through the security check I got pulled over to the side as they apparently had found what they described as ”big knife” in my bag. I told them I didn’t have a big knife and they scanned my bag again. Once again they prompted that I had ”big knife”. I opened the bag and showed them that it was only music equipment (as I had my cables, pedals and what nots in my carry-on luggage). They scanned the bag again. One final time they said I had ”big knife”. That's when I started to get pissed about their constant hassling and not doing anything but only telling me. So I tore open all the small compartments and threw everything on the table. That’s when I saw it. I had forgotten to pack my multitool in my checked in baggage. So I said I was sorry and told them to throw it away, and that’s the story of how I received my nickname ”Big Knife” Nilsson.
// Big Knife
Links and Recommendations
Attack to the Front - https://www.facebook.com/attacktothefront/
Chaos Devil - https://www.facebook.com/chaosdevilpunk/
Gymnastic Skull Whistling - https://www.facebook.com/Gymnastic-Skull-Whistling-184972014873861/
Kontradiksi - https://www.facebook.com/KONTRADIKSI-d-beat-noise-137001316378053/
Kontrasosial - https://www.facebook.com/Kontrasosial-183753218487680/
Lubricant - https://lubricant.bandcamp.com/
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