It's also sad that Finland lists among its "big events" of the summer the return of artists like Iron Maiden or Black Sabbath, both well past their creative sell-by dates (and don't get me wrong, I headbanged to Paranoid with the best of them on its release, saw the original Motorhead, Pink Fairies [now there's a name], and Hawkwind on countless drug-fuelled occasions), or even worse, The Shadows.
Try re-reading the sentence and parsing it this time, including the parentheses. No, I did not see The Shadows, though to my eternal shame I do believe I may have had a Shadows' Greatest Hits album on vinyl in my pre-teen days. I was in fact fortunate enough to see (live, and usually in clubs) artists like The Who, The Doors, Cream, Bob Marley and the Wailers, Jimi Hendrix, Bowie, Pink Floyd in the Syd Barrett era, and all before they disappeared to early death or stadium-hell, and to attend events like the Isle of Wight Festival and the Stones in Hyde Park. I was indeed very lucky.
That a band should use an exploitative name like Children of Bodom, clearly playing on the grisly murder, is little different from their calling themselves Six-Ounce Darfur Babies or Konginkankaan Bussipysäkki. It attracts attention that their music would otherwise be unlikely to merit.
As Hank so succinctly puts it:
I sincerely hope they emigrate to Australia. Then everyone could be satisfied.