That day in the city Taivalkoski, the vinyl store resonated with the powerful notes of metal, enveloping the air with its rebellious energy. There you were, immersed in the world of music you loved so much, aware of every riff and every heartbeat that the songs unleashed.While you were absentmindedly leafing through a newspaper, the shop door opened with a clang, announcing the arrival of new visitors. A group of boys crossed the threshold, led by one of them who introduced himself as Turo Moilanen. With him were Pasi, Lotvoven and Jynkky, each with a curious look and a soul open to discovery.

Their eyes lit up at the sight of the vinyl, as if they had entered a temple dedicated to their worship. They wandered around the shop, exploring every nook and cranny with palpable interest. You watched them, aware of the transformative power of music and eager to share your passion with anyone who would listen.