Legacy of Brutality

Nowhere else in the world does an eardrum shattering, teeth chattering and gut busting assortment of gain and reverb laden chord progressions transcribed to an amp through slightly chatter-some rail humbucker pickups from a double necked, ivory fret inlaid, drop-tuned, Gibson Les Paul, Flying V style guitar –overlain with automatic rifle-esque rapid fire kicks from a dangerously taut double bass drum and the sickly melodic, half screamed tirades of a sweaty, oversexed and altogether barbaric leather-lunged crooner– garner as much reverence from a literal legion of hellish demon spawn (mostly black t-shirt clad, pasty face teenagers with the occasional jaded ex-hipster and true blooded thrash metal sociopath) as it does in the Western portion of the Scandinavian Peninsula; vengeful gods of all things “heavy” and Cthulhu, dark lord of chaos, discord, madness and patron saint of Black Metal unite to preserve Norway, the land of white face paint, fake blood and troublesome piercings!