Why is it that we always like to return to known values? Some of it is – I guess – the doubtful comfort of familiarity. Soundscapes that come with a set of rulez that were painted in hellish runes on blackened walls eons ago.

Visions of burning churches, sweaty halls filled with screaming fans that are egged on by hairy beasts with corpse paint on their faces. With rasped messages howled at them in often intelligible growls. All of that comes with that whiff of the unknown, hints of the underworld suddenly visible on stage. Garnished with riff patterns … [...] Click to raid more!