Chains and studs set aside, leather jacket hung on the coat rack (yes, I know it's June, but style above all), with a good mug of double malt beer and leaning on his trusty axe tasked with sowing death and destruction among emos and trendies, our "true metaller" feels the inexorable urge to listen to a black cd.
Scrolling through the various "In the Nightside Eclipse" and "Transilvanian Hunger", however, he notices a dusty cd, bought at who knows what occasion for a good price, perhaps in an alcohol-induced state, more for the name than for familiarity with the band.
This cd is titled "666 International" and is the work of Dodheimsgard, a name unknown to all those who are ascribed to the aforementioned category.
Inserted into his stereo/personal computer, he faces the first track of the album "Shiva Interfere", and realizes that something is wrong.
Where is the blast beat, where are the mosquito-sounding guitars, where is the poor production he cherishes so dearly?
Here there is only a claustrophobic synth intro, which could already lead to the immediate filing of the cd among the rejects reserved for "Non-true metallers".
However, the money spent fills our heroic metaller with courage, and he continues listening, encountering a clean singing more suited to a new wave track than black metal...end.
Cd removed from the stereo/personal computer and thrown into a corner to gather dust, ready to be reused perhaps to fix a wobbly table.
We, on the other hand, continue, are we paid to do so? No, but curiosity is strong, and we begin to discover the true qualities of the cd, which consist precisely in the incessant mixing of genres: black, industrial, ambient, clean, and scream, keyboards and double kick pedal, whirl around during each track, overwhelming the listener with an unexpected fury by now, believed vanished in favor of the sappy commercial tunes that lobotomize 21st-century man.
A note of merit for the cover art, those not completely unfamiliar with black metal already understand from this that snowy forests and icy fjords have given way to the glass and concrete hell of large metropolises.
A cd to be listened to not under a starry sky, but in winter in the apparent nocturnal calm of a crowded and aseptic city.