WTF

I think it is clear that I don’t fucking understand anymore what people are saying when they say Black metal, now, 12 or 13 fucking years into the gloriously violent 21st century. It’s probably an age problem, not!

Strangely enough, twenty something odd years ago, the same kind of “WTF??” pops up whenever one is forced to understand what the hell everybody was talking about when they say ‘Death  Metal’. Because the name used to mean a handful of incredibly talented bands that, despite playing the same type of music, just don’t fucking sound so similar to each other, you could easily forget their monikers and think they’re all one and the same fucking band?!

Well, at least, back then, carbon copy sounds notwithstanding here and there, everyone was playing heavy, sick and aggressive as hell. I guess that’s much better than being all confused, half-assed, aimless, and all other manners of crap, while also sporting morbid, sinister artworks or concepts?  

How the fuck does that work, anyway? Playing under a certain set of established imagery, and yet sounding like something that should be categorically different? Maybe that’s progress, yes? What the fuck do I know? 

For Granted

It’s always amusing to see people taking things for granted. Thinking, it often seemed to be, that everything will go on as before, business as usual, ad infinitum. That you can keep making the same shit mistakes over and over and over again, with impunity, or eternal understanding and forgiveness.

The biggest fun is when you see these sheep bang their heads hard against whatever walls they are inevitably racing to. Boy do I love the tears. Love the blood. Love the pain and insanity. 

It’s like slow dissection…you can almost taste the exquisite pain, in every inch of disembodied limbs