No właśnie, a poz tym dlaczego forma black metalu nie może nieść religijnych treści skoro dotychczas je przecież nosiła... po prostu inne.WaszJudasz pisze:
Powinien, ale przecież nie ma takiego gatunku muzycznego jak "white metal", to tylko określenie zjawiska, tag odnoszący się do ideolo.
Dalej cytacik na ten temat z wywiadu z Malacht:
Let’s put it like this. Guitar sales are waning. Big manufacturers have huge debts. The market is saturated. Face it. The guitar hero is a dying idol. But no, not in black metal. Riffs reign supreme. There are terrorist threats over Brussels, but Satanists gather to celebrate a joyous festival by waving their guitar-weaponry, headbanging in rhythm to some cool riffing and harmonic melodies, drunk. Black metal, heavy metal riffing guitars since 1982. “Strumming my pain with his fingers.”
What losers fail to realize: black metal is an art-form. A comprehensive expression of religious beliefs. Praise. The visual, typically layout, is an auxiliary semiotic mode to the primary sonic dito. Sound, put simply, is less harmony. More timbre and rhythm. Melodies express very little, if anything of the fundamentals in the art-form of black metal.
I find it hard to respect a group of instrumentalists entering a studio to record their allegedly black metal input, failing to realize that 99% of their unique expression is lost in their basis on heavy metal riffing, another 99 in the fact that their only chance of a filament of unique expression they’ve already put in the hands of another man’s studio, an external producer and someone else to do the layout. Period. Your instrumentality is not black metal. Second period.In short. Malacht scorns your incestuous black metal family. Malacht scorns your internal admiration. Malacht scorns your melodies. But most of all, Malacht scorns your pseudo evil pseudo theology. Fuck. your. satan.
Malacht is Roman Catholic black metal. By this entails by obligation an intrinsically religious art-form based on the trust in one supreme divinity as professed by the holy Roman Catholic church. Malacht is in this sense an orthodox band, whose mission is to further the acknowledgement of Christendom as the default source of data on who the ultimate divinity is.
We piss on your fucking festivals. We piss on your ridiculous band photos. And we piss on your fucking instrumentation. But not because you assemble in group or because you meet to enjoy company, socialize or play organized melodies in rhythm with each other. Because you believe that this has anything with devil worship to do. Give your praise to God, continue to gather in collectives, and meet to take group selfies, but fuck me, do not call this an expression of YOUR religion. You are surrounded by the grace of God. Just simply acknowledge that. Don’t pretend to be evil. Simply, you are not. Hypocritical shit.
So. Is it right to be angry? I’m no kind fucking meager asshole who cares for your prejudice impression of Christianity. Sure, your childhood was bad and all that. But grow up. Clear the temple. There’s a time to breastfeed and there’s a time to think. Just acknowledge the first for what it was and praise God for those riffs you like. I know I certainly won’t.
Malacht is dark. It sounds alien and it is dirty as fuck. No. We rarely have audible riffing, nor do we care if we do. But we portray the depths of human despair and darkness. Not because it is good, but because herein lies the key to redemption. Face the world for what it is. Therein lies the fruit of salvation. Here is our worship. At the foot of the cross. Our good is dying. This is the banality of evil.