I started writing this post in February 2014, but due to lack of time I never finished it. Nevertheless- my opinions and annoyement haven´t changed at all lately, rather on the contrary. While there´s some seriously good music in the world, some things are just so plastique and embarrassant that it makes even Nargaroth looking like the real deal in comparison. While "The Day Alcest Killed The Smiths" is yet still looming in the horizon, please stay a while and share the embarrassament with me. Merde!
"Robert Smith Ist Krieg"
The
bucket to spill my guts on the matter leaked over in January 2013, as
I was reading the newest issue of Inferno Magazine. An interview of
this, yet another new one- man- band stated how his music
was all about "combining Burzum and Cure together". Later, I stumbled across an article I wasn´t really sure it was parody or not, which reminded me again of really wanting to write about this topic. To cut is short, yes- black metal fans are elitist assholes and so are the musicians. Black metal is elitism. Sue me for that.
But
why u mad, bro? Well, I have never kept it as a secret that I always
want to do something else with my bands than the others are doing.
With Finntroll, we drifted more towards whatever chaotic circus-
music and even psychobilly when this humppa- folk- thing got oh so
trendy. And the stuff Moonsorrow has been done since Verisäkeet and
especially Hävitetty has been this heavy, atmospheric...well, Cure-
and- Burzum- influenced black(ish) metal. Whenever our style seems to
be get a bit too popular, I (un)intentionally drift towards something
else. The spirit of Loke is strong.
Now
don´t get me wrong here- I don´t think we started the thing, quite
the contrary. As I was heavily inspired by Drudkh especially when we
were doing Hävitetty, and listened
a ton of Esoteric, old Katatonia and In The Woods as well at those
times, I also wanted the music to be a reflection of my inner
feelings at that time. Plucked, distorted huge guitar chords with the
drowning and pulsating mass of reverbs and dreamy soundscapes with
even more of those "cure- guitars" and slower tempos than
ever. We were actually laughing about being all shoegaze at the time.
I´ve always loved that sound and felt we really took the musical
depression those band represented into another, heavy level without
forgetting our roots in black metal. As said, you can´t spell
Moonsorrow without sorrow, heh!
But
when composing Varjoina... in 2009, we were already seeing so many of
this same "post"- shit around that we intentionally took
another leap on our sound and gave more room for going as heavy as we
possibly could, with still having those "cure- guitars"
there with the massive, drowning synths. More palm- muting, less open
strings, basically, because we thought everyone and their friends
were starting to do that... uhm, Curzum- thing. Some bands I
liked and thought we had much in common, like Fen and Austere, while
some -in my opinion- took the "black" completely out and
desecrated the whole thing. And the worst of them all was Alcest,
having the commercial success of theirs combined with the absolute
cheesing of that sound we held dear.
"Hello Kitty Elohim Meth"
I
absolutely detested Alcest at that point and thought they were the
epitome of something which had took Black Metal´s best kept secret
and turned it into something that my mom would like. Retrospectively
speaking, it´s not hard to see why we went rather heavy and
oppressing sound instead of this Smithsesque whining shit everyone
and their girlfriends seemed to love.
Reading
things like...
"A sinister mood???.... That really bothers me that you should say that because that proves that I did not succeed in communicating what I had inside me... I hope that this time [talking about upcoming material] there will be no compromise as you are not the first person to feel my music as dark music"
[source: wikipedia]
...didn´t
make me any more comfortable either. I only could interpret this that
the guy makes black metal into a living, pissy chorus- guitar- filled
joke without while having absolutely nothing to do with ideologies
related to it...while some of us here were trying to actually be
serious here. I don´t think Dance of December Souls was supposed to
be about "Fairy Land" nor I found any traces from elves
farting sparkles from Drudkh´s material either. I don´t know if
this Neige has been studying too much maths instead of listening to
his music collection, but in this case, two sad, sorrow- and
hatefilled and longing negatives DO NOT MAKE A POSITIVE.
The
absolutely worst thing though, is this dude´s side- project called
"Lantlôs",which sounds like something you would here in a
fucking spa treatment with blast beats.
"Over Brooklyn Grater Himmerik"
In
the beginning there was Black Funeral, Demonic Christ, Absu, Grand
Belial´s Key and countless others, original bands- now there is
Liturgy, Wolves in the Clone Room and Deafheaven (what the LIVING
FUCK is that supposed to mean? A special place after death where you
can´t hear their musical parody?). While black metal is supposed to
evolve naturally, I´m not particularly sure this is the way I have
been depicting it to happen over the years. But then again, it´s
America- the land of eternal possibilities we´re talking about! So I
guess when that one guy introduced Hvis Lyset Tar Oss for the other
guys in that emo party in 2011 or so, things started to go a bit
astray. Suddenly the new wave of American black metal was not about
their original interpretation of the sound evolving naturally with
the corresponding ideologies- but rather quickly dividing into two
different, set- in- stone categories.
First
we´d have unemployed crust punk- looking guys doing a ton of drugs.
Bandmembers come and go, contact addresses seem to be rather uhm...of
evolving sort, and most of the music is released mostly through small
distros. Ideologies tend to drift more on the hateful side, yet it´s
more about being angry on the people who have actual homes and
washing machines. The music? Pointless "psychedelic",
nowhere- going, mindlessly improvised 20- minute long epics with
lyrics against animal cruelty. Welcome to the Finnish punk scene in
the early 90´s, lads, please leave your jacket somewhere before you
step through the metal detector/ time machine.
On
the other hand, there are guys who did cut their hair, got a shower,
stopped doing those drugs and dress up in clothes Scandinavian
pensioners regularly wear when taking their daily stroll outside.
They have jobs, and judging from their outlooks, they play it cool
there while having a bit frightening and mysterious hobby to brag at
that advertising agency they work with the other people who look just
like them. Just make sure no- one ever catches them listening to
Marduk with pleasant volume from their $ 700 iPhones, though. They
spread positivity, success and the melancholic American dream. If the
Republicans ever played black metal, I´m pretty sure this is the
equivalent of that. The music is that major chords, more spa music
and blast beats with a top- notch production and the ideology is about
something between a café Latte and men´s healthcare products.
"I am the African- American Entertainers/ Du som kanskje ikke gillar Gud- split 7"
Watching
Fenriz in "Until the Light Takes Us" documentary (2008)
trying to explain how he feels his beloved form of art was taken away
from him and twisted into something complete antithesis of it made me
feel rather related on the matter. While black metal was supposed to
evolve and challenge itself constantly while being the storm of a
creative negativity, we got a watered- down, politically- correct
form of mass- entertainment instead. How did we end up from a
rebellion wrapped in black and accompanied with noisy music into a
freak circus where there´s a soft heart beating inside of the
World´s Most Tattooed Strongman? Maybe the music was just too good
to pass away even though the ideologies were a bit controversial- or
maybe the controversy was the first attraction.
Whatever the reason,
I´d still not buy those Dimmu Borgir jogging pants they sell at
Nuclear Blast webshop.
The
writer is a 36- year old elitist asshat who has played black metal
with a Hello Kitty guitar and this post could had been originally
released in 1996, 2004 and 2009 with different examples of the bands.
