Posted on 03/03/2008 12:16:26 PM PST by Between the Lines
-snip- "Sin stands for beauty, sin stands for life. Sexual sin is every man's right!! He will exalt the wicked of man: our king the Antichrist!"
Self-described Satanist Lord Ahriman, lead singer for the Swedish black-metal band Dark Funeral, is scream-growling at an internal-organ-rattling volume inside Jaxx's concert hall. Thrilled fans, many of them teenagers clad in black, shoot Devil-horn hand signs into the air. A horned, fang-toothed man-beast roars from a massive banner across the stage.
Most common T-shirt of the night: "The day you die is the day I smile." Most common adjective: brutal (in a good way). Most common piece of jewelry: It's a tie between chains and upside-down crosses.
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"The more intelligent you are, the more unlikely you are to believe in God; it's a fact," says Bittinger, drinking a beer with a group of childhood friends. "People in the underground scene tend to have higher IQs -- my own being 143."
Bittinger is a good example of a black-metal fan because he's actually quite interested in religion. He is well read on the occult and the dark arts. Though not a Satanist, he can easily rattle off different Satanist sects, and he mocks black-metal fans who don't know that Saint Peter is said to have died upon an inverted cross. He knows all about black metal's connection with violence. (In the 1990s in Norway, members of two bands committed murder, and another group's lead singer killed himself; meanwhile, fans burned dozens of churches in a supposed tribute to pagan traditions wiped out by Christianity.) And Bittinger identifies strongly with the genre's clear theme: the role of evil in humankind and the world.
"Black metal is an outlet for darker things," he says. "It's mostly driven by anger, frustration, dark thoughts."
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/mark
Just celebrating diversity.
Black metal was meant to be private, he says, for people who get it. Who understand the imagery of knights on the mount, who want to lose themselves in blasting melodies that are the musical equivalent of a scary, gray winter sky. Who know the difference between fantasy and irony.
In other words, the latest loser fad is no longer the latest. Time to move on, fella. Have you heard Vampire Goth Bluegrass?
Voted least likely to have pastel colored shirts.
143....yeah right. I bet he has a really good job
Weird music article. Note the excellent business sense of the club owner :-).
He’ll probably end up being eaten by his cats.
I love the way these nutballs go on about how smart they are :-).
"The 23-year-old Fredericksburg auto technician ..."
The 23-year-old Fredericksburg auto technician...
I’m into Kittie Metal. We explore teenage angst and an unwillingness to grow up from the perspective of kittens.
Taught from birth you’ll kill the mousie
for all eternity
if you don’t pledge your paws to blood
and serve your belly
Searching deep within yourself
the fanged answer lies
You know your heart is black as hell
and death is in your kittie eyes
Preachers of the swatting toy
evangelist of tricky flicks
Blessed are the kitties in black
who see through the disguise
Kill Kittie, Kill
7 seconds!
I bet he works on British cars... anything with Lucas electronics is perfect for those who worship darkness.
That must be what my daughter has on in the afternoon, when the catz congregate in her room. I thought it was more Led Zeppelin ...
LOL! I think Jaguar repair is too upscale for this dinglebob.
I’m thinking Land Rover... probably the one from “The Gods must be Crazy.”
Think he may need a one-way trip up Enchanted Rock...
Retro kids are cool and all, but Kittie Metal is for adults. You know, 23 year olds. Sure jazz, classic rock, baroque and Sinatra are amusing when you are a kid but then you grow up. Like this auto shop kid only has an IQ of 143 and he probably scored that in conjunction with his girlfriend in an online test looking at some of the answers as he went along or as a child before the drugs started to really affect mental ability. But, like, aesthetically, Kittie Metal is real, it’s important. It speaks to me. I bet your daughter is cute. Does she ever listen to Kittie Killers III? I have a 1996 Cadillac. Does she like cars? I work out 3 times a week and want to be a millionaire poet. Does she like poetry? Here is some of my poetry:
Change out of season,
Forever spinning,
Your dark eyes peer out,
and then the kittie strikes.
Silence.
LOL! Priceless. “Millionaire poet” is what really makes it :-).
(Anoreth has great self-esteem, and she would tell the purported author why she *and* Thomas Sowell think he’s a waste of a carbon footprint. She went to a movie with a boy from the church youth group and took the Complete Federalist Papers in her coat pocket, “in case I get bored ...”.)
I saw a clip of Alice Cooper mocking these serious scandinavian black metal satanic gorks. It was hilarious. It was something along the lines of each band wanting to look more evil than the last, and ol’ Alice simulating the facial expressions these dweebs would make in their press photos.
Freegards
There is no such thing as Jaguar repair, there is only Jaguar maintenance.
Lord Ahriman.
Perry Como, he aint.
“Vampire Goth Bluegrass”
Try this:
http://findarticles.com/p/articles/mi_hb5087/is_199901/ai_n18474244
Ah, I stand corrected. The only car repair (or maintenance) tool I use is the telephone :-).
Jaguars are beautiful cars.
These kids are just a bunch of attention whores.
I know I should probably take this seriously, but this stuff makes me laugh.
I was betting that old 143 IQ wasn’t an engineering professor
“Lord Ahriman, clean up your room or you’ll answer to Lord Momma”
I hadn’t heard of this group, but we listened to a Matisyahu record once, until Anoreth threatened to jump out the window while the car was moving ... and she was driving :-).
Vampire Goth Bluegrass is not an official genre (that I know of) but it’s only a small step from your traditional murder-and-haunting mountain ballads. Vassar Clements did a song that can be summarized as, “I hooked up with a bad, weird woman, and, well, you know, it was ... SHOOT, man! Now I’ll play the fiddle!” (He’s dead, though.)
I wonder if any of the geniuses wore black?
LOL!
ROTFLMAO!
Me too!
Got a permit for that halberd? And let me hear you play the guitar!
“But Mom I’m Lord Ahriman, dark Lord of Satan’s Army”
“Well Lord Amway when are you going to get a dark job and make some dark money? Chicken pot pies don’t grow on trees.”
“Mom, I have a job. It’s called a band and I have a coven of minions that worship me”
“Do any of those dark minions have a job? Maybe you can pass the collction plate and buy some Tide for your dark clothes, a great Lord of evil laundry”
“Mom, turkey tetrazzini again?”
“Well Dark Lord, how about calling forth some better grub from the great underworld? If the devil has a better menu, slide down there and get us some steaks. Your sister seems to enjoy her food”
“Yeah Geek boy. When did you get so picky?”
“Now dear, don’t be disrespectful to Lord Amanwholiveswithmomma. He might become angry. Just hold him at bay with this job application. It repels him.”
Careful with that halberd, Eugene.
ROFL!
Izzat a halberd in yer loincloth, or are you just happy to see me.
AAAAGH, cut it out! Children and pets are turning up to find out why I’m whooping so loudly! (The kitten can’t believe I’d lose my dignity like that ...)
Yeah, man!
Hang your head, Tom Dula,
Hang down your head and cry,
You killed poor Laurie Foster,
And now you're going to die . . . .
Have you read Who Fears the Devil?? Good book.
Oh, yes. I had the whole Wellman oeuvre, many moves ago. So atmospheric.
Joseph Lucas's last words: "Don't . . . drive . . . at . . . night . . . ."
"All the parts falling off this car are of finest British workmanship . . . "
- former owner of 2 TR-6s and a TR-4. (I'm a slow learner.)
He hits the exact tone. I know some folks like the ones in the book, I'm even related to some of them!
Given the subject, this guy could also be partial to Hieronymus Bosch parts.
We’re from the slightly hilly midwest :-). I loved the people who were so far out they thought George Washington had been King!
Maybe this guy is so miserable because he has a 2 hour commute. I he moves next store to where he works, then he starts listening to the Carpenters.
It was o.k. in the end though.
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