I've never desired real diamonds, with their sparkling cuts and heavy prices that are often paid with blood. But the music of King Diamond is another kind of diamond. I saw the godfather of spook stories and metal tales last weekend at Tuska metal festival. For some reason I hadn't attended it before although I've grown roots in the metal scene since I was a little girl, so it was about time to fix that!
King Diamond is a fairly new thing for me, as I was introduced to his music through my love's record collection. At first I chuckled at his rather unique voice, but the amusement grew quickly into amazement. Long live the King! The show was better than we expected, it was a true pleasure to see the old rocker perform so purely and full of heart! He kept the stage's ghost theater alive with his grimaces and flawless sounds, and we didn't even mind that he didn't play our favourite songs.
Otherwise Tuska was full of sunlight (to the joy or agony of all black-clad citizens), cold, over prized beer and the biggest pit I've seen in a while. King Diamond was the only act that I went there for, but I also checked out Testament, Kreator, Dark Buddha Rising, Ihsahn and some other bands I've seen before. Good times, fellas!