I am mad today. Black, raging mad. Eyes turning dark and glowing, horns growing on my front kind of mad. A real cosmic rage of epic proportions is roaring through my dark veins.
So, what better time to violate a few principles. Even if the mighty god of blogging sez that thou shalt not turn against his Sacred Rulez. Hoots! So, the first one stipulates that you should not review records older than a few months. And for sure not those of last year. Yep, right.
The second one is to kick some high level, festival-cognizant and big label savvy attendants out the door. And favor a little known band instead. Just this once, oh mighty forces of the blog police. Even if the CTR risks to move South because of that and the SEO rating will drown itself. But who cares about SEO anyway, right Yoast? [...]
Some voices out there declare that only new – as in brand new – records can get a review. To go back and contemplate good ‘ol tunes from the past is forbidden devilry. To be squished quickly, blown to smithereens with this mighty Thor’s hammer surely in their possession. 
It is interesting how fantasy novels draw Black Metal acts to them. Yet in truth, the tune they play is no ‘proper’ Black Metal anymore, if there ever was such a thing. Their theme morphed into some type of a sub-genre already some time ago. It remains blackened in a way, but definitely boasts that standalone, plasticky sound that fans will appreciate. A fantasy-laden musical landscape that these backyard studio metal bands exploit. And produce some sort of an over-exaggerated synthesizer-driven and almost artificial sound, decorated in dry, heaving rasps that became their trademark over the years.