Kemialliset Ystävät Kellari Juniversumi

1. Puiden sydämet antavat tahdin
2. Kellari juniversumi
3. Taivas ja meri, yhteensulautuneina
4. Utuaurat
5. Mustametsä
6. …on pieni metsä
7. Planeetta kaukainen muo kutsuu
8. Kuuntelin kuinka puut kuiskivat
9. Monien kalojen aalto
10. Kuuma tomu
11. Amerikka
12. Kummitushiiri
13. Salainen paikka
14. Pallo
15. Kuutarhassa
16. Soihdun tuhkaa
17. Heijastuksia! Kaikuja!

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Many are the rumors that revolve round the Tamperean tribe called Kemialliset Ystävät (Chemical Friends), regarding for instance the recipe for their brand of magic potion and their ethnic background. Contradicting the common beliefs, this group, which is now, depending on how you count, releasing its first or tenth album, does not consist of elves, gnomes or some lesser known folk of the forest, but is mainly the product of one human risen from the rotten ditch of Nekala (a Tampere suburb). With his vast set of allies he has by the power of his spirit carved a whole multitude of caves into the cellar of an otherwise unsuspect looking house. From that Cellar Yuniversum (a rough translation of the disc’s name) originates this record, which I myself regard rather as the first, as its many predecessors have been either halves of a long player, virtually unobtainable or partial rereleases. Now, at last, as we venture deeper into the cellar than ever before, we see the aforementioned elves and gnomes in their festivities, as the urbanization process has cut down the Tampere backwoods and has thus forced them to flee into the caves of Kemialliset Ystävät, who naturally are in good terms with all tiny earthlings with pointed ears. (Allow me to return to the subject magic potion: I’ve heard that in order to compensate the Lebensraum, the forest tribes have provided for Kemialliset Ystävät an unlimited supply of bottled fairy’s pee, which is the strongest nordic hallucinogen known to man. Whether it ends up being sold at schoolyards and potato markets or to inspire this music, to that information I’ve got no acces.) By the time one has sunk deep enough into the world of the record, it isn’t any more a question of seeing, but knowing in the sense of Plato’s anamnesis, re-remembering. The same bearded chap, the Fostex left to the cave by higher powers and a varied selection of nearly broken instruments guarantee that this certainly psychedelic avant folk which stutters just as much as it should makes me remember myself once more at the mountains, naked, as the only human in the whole world. Alone, but still in unity with the world. A mysteriosly long trip across the stars too, and the smell of a Lettish fish factory and, yes, the Cellar Yuniversum is foggy. Kellari Juniversumi fills my head with all this, and countless other things as well, and all I can do is to Quote Janne Porkka (a slightly retarded Finnish TV quiz personality) and state: “It is correct!”

-Ralf Normaali, a lowlife from the capital area