Yeah! Yeah! Die! Die! Death Metal Symphony in Deep C

Yeah! Yeah! Die! Die! Death Metal Symphony In Deep C

Yeah! Yeah! Die! Die! (Death Metal Symphony in Deep C) is the fifth studio album by Waltari that combines death metal with classical music. Originally, Yeah! Yeah! Die! Die! was written as a stage show. After the show's premiere performance in 1995 at the Helsinki Music Festival, it was recorded and finally released in May 1996.

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