I lived in Norway for a few months, and met my fair share of Norwegians. For the most part, Norwegians are polite, clean, healthy people who have an endearing love of the outdoors and a seriousness that is often mistaken as aloofness.
Also, some of them are like this:
This winsome charmer is Vrangsinn of Carpathian Forest, one of Norway’s many, many black metal bands.
If you find yourself inexplicably drawn to Vrangsinn — and really, who wouldn’t be? — you should definitely check out this review of Peter Beste’s new book True Norwegian Black Metal in the L.A. Weekly.
According to the article, the things that separate the small community of true Norwegian black metal from run of the mill metalheads include virulent anti-Christianity and a strict code of self-reliance or something. Also, they seem to have no trouble finding things to get pissed about despite being born into an exceedingly wealthy socialist democracy with the world’s highest standard of living and pristine natural surroundings:
If Black Sabbath were a product of bleak, industrial Birmingham, it should be no surprise that music this extreme thrives in a country with such high precipitation and so many months of either uninterrupted daylight or darkness.
So don’t let the scenery fool you. These are some disturbed and disturbing fuckers, whether it’s guitarist Ymon of Perished with his arms covered in branding marks, or Nattefrost of Carpathian Forest smoking heroin off tin foil or a nude female model being painted in cow’s blood before she’s about to be hung from a cross for a Gorgoroth show in Krakow. Nearly everyone is wearing a scowl, corpse paint and spikes. And Beste’s grossest moment has him shooting Nattefrost smeared in his own shit.
I always thought Nattefrost had hygiene issues.
Anyway, it’s not until the end of the story that Beste himself reaches deep into the soul of these shock artists and elucidates the true spirit of these seemingly deranged children of the Vikings:
“I have to show both sides,” Beste says. “I can’t always show them as these tough, stoic, serious guys. There is a vulnerability. There is a dorkiness to it.”
You don’t say.
Images of Satan [L.A. Weekly]