Picture this: The genteel nation of Cyprus. Loads of Souvlaki, Tzatziki, Mediterranean Salad and some local wine on the side. Lazy drives around the countryside with visits to beaches and places unknown. Boat rides and snorkeling tours. Nice, gentle music, warm winds caressing your skin. Drinks at the bar with sunburned friends, hot chicks and all. Well, there you go, Liber Sum (I am free in Latin), you will think.
Sound good? Vacation needed? Liber Sum?
And now this: Harsh, pitiless metal sounds assaulting my ears out of my headphones, no clean singing allowed. Genteel little nation in the midst of the ocean? Nope. Come again! Growly greetings from the metal abyss on the island instead. And to top it, Cyprus does host a significant metal community for such a small territory, Blynd being one of them. No nice breakfast by the sea with some beach time later, I am afraid. [...]