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What amazes women most about that contraption called man is his knack for never asking the pertinent questions. Like "How can a guy be friends with another guy for years and not know what he does for a living?" Or "How can we find it on Mapquest if you don't know the address?" Or "How do you listen to this unrelenting piece of shit music?"
If you answered "I forgot" for the first two and "no one's supposed to enjoy it, that's why it's great" for the second, then you're ready to upgrade from run-of-the-mill grind-core, industrial, thrash and death metal selections to black metal. It's sweeping the nation one fjord at a time, thanks to the efforts of Norway's Dimmu Borgir, who now find themselves at the forefront of this brutal and godless musical movement.
It has long been a Yankee belief that when a woman speaks Norwegian, it's sexually enticing, but when a male does so it sounds like he's ingesting nasal spray. Dimmu Borgir's lead singer Shagrath has two vocal inflections that staunchly avoid this wimpy generalization. First, he uses a lead voice that recalls a strangled Popeye as he's being blown down, then he switches to the other, brutalizing much like archrival Bluto gargling the blood of virgin Olive Oyl. Hmmm, maybe that second one comes from bassist Vortex, who is credited in the liner notes with "clean voice," but if you ask me, everyone here sounds like they're cleaning their pipes with Liquid-Plumr.
After ditching their native tongue to sing in the King's English on their 1997 breakthrough album Enthrone Darkness Triumphant, Dimmu Borgir, freed from cumbersome clusters of consonants, surpassed the sales figures of gloomy rivals like English muckrakers Cradle of Filth and homeland contemporaries Emperor.
Now, the band's latest opus, Death Cult Armageddon, continues the upward trend; it's the first black-metal record to crack Billboard's Top 100 album chart. That only serves to demonstrate how far the genre has come since early pentagram pioneers like Venom and Merciful Faith first laid it down.
Why has so much anti-religious ranting originated out of Scandinavia, and why are American squirts worshiping it now? Before talking to Shagrath himself, I asked Spanky, a pal whose current occupation and last name I still don't know but can remember him co-hosting KUPD's "Into the Pit" radio show from 1996 to 1998, which included Dimmu Borgir in its rotation of Cookie Monster mayhem from time to time.
"If you're born in Denmark, you are born into the Evangelical Lutheran Church," Spanky tells me. "The same thing in Sweden and Norway. There's no way out of it. To them the church is a symbol of authority and hate. In the early '90s, some of these bands started with a bunch of teenagers listening to Black Sabbath who got ahold of the Satanic bible and said, Hey, let's go burn down a church,' where others really studied their Nordic heritage and took pride in it. And they said, We're gonna break away from the church, but we're gonna create rather than destroy. Instead of being a scourge on society, we're gonna be musicians instead of terrorists.'
"Black metal has been around since the '80s," Spanky continues. "American kids have been following it through the underground. A lot of it is word of mouth. A lot of tape trading, because a lot of people don't like it. Even a lot of metal heads, they draw the line at black metal. But thanks to the Internet, younger kids are catching on to it, from places like Fuckwad, Nebraska. And if you're 13, 14 or 15 years old, you want an album that's gonna make your parents yell, What the fuck is this?'"
Oh, the ransom we'd pay to see Mom and Dad's faces when Junior cues up Death Cult Armageddon's "Allegiance," which sonically resembles John Williams being flushed down to the bowels of hell for recycling his "Darth Vader" theme way too much. You've got Shagrath screaming about the futility of war while drummer Nicholas Barker, who bolted the aforementioned Cradle of Filth, continues his impersonation of the world's loudest Teletype machine in this bone orchard. Every second of hellfire sounds like it could've propelled Al Pacino's scenery chewing in The Devil's Advocate. But if you wanna talk about unholy unions, try a black-metal band jamming with the 45-piece Prague Philharmonic Orchestra!
Shagrath has no recollection of the session, and with good reason. He wasn't there. "We had many tour commitments," he says. "We used a hard disc recording system, and the hard disc was flown from Sweden to Prague, where the orchestra was recorded in three days. We had to spend two weeks and do a lot of time stretching because there were some time problems and we had to replace it with keyboards in some spots. We've always had symphonic elements with the keyboards; now we have a budget to do the real thing. Live, we use keyboards and samples, and it sounds more aggressive."
Ain'tcha gonna phone ahead and see if maybe you can con a local symphony for a few dates, like maybe for the Cajun House show?