It’s sad that this type of article needs to be written.
And perhaps even sadder that it needs to be read.
Black Metal has always been a lesson in how some metals become stronger by being subtly alloyed, which is why anally-retentive purists like Demonecromancy are always its worst enemies. Nargaroth with that Black Metal ist Krieg nonsense is just as bad.
Inferanus of Gorgoroth – someone who has successfully latched onto the Black Metal label but is clearly not “of it”, in the same way that a tapeworm is not part of the digestive tract of its mammalian host – is another case study of how those composing the Black Metal scene have managed to steer it into sterility. Inferanus and his butt-buddy King ov Hell have literally placed the unthinking “hive mind” at the centre of what they do.
They have turned their following of alienated teenage human detritus into “true Luciferian Satanists” while incongruously retaining their homoerotic butt plugs and dildo-shaped swastikas.
Black Metal has been dead for a while: if the killing blow landed when Inferanus begged his audience to finger his asshole at a concert in Vienna, the last breath was the three-way
gangbang bukkake battle royale of Inferanus, Gaahl and King ov Hell, where, instead of walking back their damage, they literally and figuratively “Tripled Down”.
Gay faggots dressing in homosexual corpse paint and masturbating to Emma Watson speeches, since when is that Metal? Let alone Black Metal?
Euronymous and Dead must be turning in their graves.
We need to purify Black Metal of the curse of the sodomites.