It’s why Rotting Christ is so great,
you know: maybe in the beginning they were trying to make music that
sounded like Venom, or Bathory, or whoever. It doesn’t matter,
because if that’s what they were shooting for, they came so wide
of the mark that they wound up making music that doesn’t sound
like anybody else’s music. People who judge them against the
measure of Immortal or Emperor are completely missing the point: this
isn’t meant to sound like anything other than what it is — chart
pop from a distant and incomprehensible planet where people talk in
choked voices and prefer a vague Satanism to hackneyed quatrains about
love and loss. Or, as Jerome Kern came fairly close to putting it mid-way
through the first act of Show Boat:
Only make believe we’re metal,
Only make believe you think so, too.
Others find peace of mind in pretending -
Couldn't you?
Couldn't I?
Couldn't those guys? [spoken, aside: you know, those guys up in
Norway with their spikes, white make-up, black eye-liner, and confused
rhetoric about aboriginal religions and so on?]
Make believe our name’s not a red herring:
spot a niche, then capitalize.
Might as well make believe our black metal’s true —
For to tell the truth, it’s truer than you.
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