Immortal

Personification of a genre that has always made musical ignorance its reference point. It’s not enough to scream demonic hymns covered in studs, playing sequences of chords at a more primitive level than Battisti but with distortion cranked up, on a beat of 300 bpm, putting on makeup and making faces that wouldn’t even scare my niece, to create music. And I’ve never been able to explain their success to myself.