Suomisaundi, (English: "Finnish sound") also known as suomisoundi, suomistyge or spugedelic trance, is a style of freestyle psychedelic trance that originated in Finland around the mid-1990s. "Suomisaundi" literally means "Finnish sound" in Finnish; music that features many of the characteristics of suomisaundi has gained global popularity.
Sometime during the early years of the 90s, a party collective Ruskababa introduced Goa Trance to a handful of enthusiasts through their covert summertime party activities. The music in these parties were typically played from DAT tapes, or even from cassette tapes and included mostly hits from Goa from the previous season's parties. Pepe Kosminen was one of the DJ's playing these new psychedelic tunes to the Finnish audience in Ruskababa parties.
Largely due to these influences coming from Goa, certain DJ's started to include Goa Trance hits in their sets, and new party collectives emerged. The first new collective was Smooth Underground which organised the last of its parties in a warehouse in Herttoniemi, with Ville Tikkanen playing Goa Trance for the first time in Finland in a more conventional trance setting. After the dismantling of Smooth Underground, another group, Löyhä was formed. Löyhä was the first party collective to put a special focus on promoting locally made music. Inspired by the covert party tradition of Ruskababa and Smooth Underground, the group was determined to push the boundaries of organising unlicensed parties in an urban environment. It was not uncommon for the early organisers to experience issues with the authorities related to the parties.
[1st verse:]
My heart goes pitter patter, no one knows what's the matter
Just received a telegram from Alabam' my home
That's why I'm gonna worry 'til the time when I hurry
Right back to that cabin door, never more to roam
[Refrain:]
Some sunny day with a smile on my face
I'll go back to that place far away
Back to that shack and that red-headed hen
She'll say, 'How have you be'n?'
Then go back to the hay and lay me my breakfast
Some sunny day I'll be on that express
Flying away to my little bunch of happiness
Oh, how I pine for those lips sweet as wine
They'll be pressed close to mine some sunny day
[2nd verse:]
Sunny Spring is the season when birds sing, there's a reason
Rolling stones who hear their song begin to long for home
Lohengrin, Mister Verdi don't begin with a birdie
Telling you to go back home, never more to roam