Metal music is where many proponents dearly love a constant. Genres nicely stowed into neat little boxes and progressing along rulez that someone once decreed.
Someone.
Because we have no idea who that may have been. It’s a bit like the unwritten book of laws turned terrible grimoire. Because everyone can establish a style and then declare it the law of metal.
And some of those freewheelers paid a pretty hefty price. Like the astounding amounts of hate Myrkur had to endure. Because the band around Amalie Bruun dared to challenge the guardians of the genre’s rigid style police.
