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Eurovision 2015 Contestants: Finland


Pertti Kurikan Nimipäivät — which, for brevity's sake and because we don't want the Internet to run out of space, we shall refer to as "PKN" — is a punk rock band that was formed in 2009 in a charity workshop for adults with developmental disabilities. They entered the Eurovision Song Contest to raise awareness for people with Down's Syndrome.

PKN are already famous in their country for being the subject of the 2012 Finnish documentary The Punk Syndrome that shows how disabled people live and express themselves through music.

Their song "Aina mun pitää" ("I always have to"), which clocks in at 1'37" and is thus the shortest in Eurovision history, was written by the band's members. Its lyrics, in Finnish, are about having to engage in daily activities such as washing-up — and has, up to now, received mainly negative reviews.

Underdogs, then. But let's not forget (who could ever?) that Finland won in 2006 with Lordi's UFO-of-a-song "Hard Rock Hallelujah."

Anyway, we're just looking forward to making fun of everybody trying to pronounce the full name of the band.

Does it make you want to visit that country? 5.25/10

Was there enough glitter? 2.25/10

Ok to quit your day job? 3.75/10

OVERALL AVERAGE: 3.75/10

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Maybe one of my older siblings would also stay behind with him, but I'm sure there were no children left around because we were all enthusiastic about going to my aunt’s. For a long time in his life, for my old man, those summer days must have been the closest he came to being alone, in silence (which he liked so much) and in calm, considering that he was the father of seven. But I can only see this and say it out loud today.

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