@KawaiiKyoukoTHERE ARE NO BAD REVIEWS (There are mostly bad reviews, but you haven't been bad yet from what I've seen, so...)
@AristoOh god, Finnish metal. We're doing this right now I guess.
That's part of why I prefer this thread actually. If something is challenging to listen to and I still want to post, I'm going to listen to the whole thing. And I'm glad, because that means I got to sit through this story.
I am reminded, sitting here, of a lot of the things I started listening to after I binged all of Rooks'n Kings' video content. There's even the possibility that I've heard this as the melody marches on. I'm taken back to my childhood, playing Hexxen. I'm transported to very old webcomics with dark thoughts in. There is something deeply nostalgic in the work being done here that speaks to my sensebilities as a storyteller. The distortions and grit of the sound speak to dream states and tapestries of violence. The harpy screech of the vocalist struggling to be heard over the din and at other times being given just enough reprieve to screech through clearly... there is such a large story in this that I've listened to it twice so far to see if I can nail anything down.
This is, if nothing else, too big for one narrative. I am impeded by my inability to understand Finnish, but I can't imagine that there's just one story being told. The audience is trampling through a gray canyon, the torrential weather of guitar riffs and droning snares driving them forth and the wretched shrieking of a banshee rooting them to the ground in moments of brief, paralyzing terror. The final calls send them on into the blasted badlands beyond, no less harsh, but free of the banshee that guards the deep crevasse they have braved.
It is metal as fuck, in short. Jesus. Gonna have to listen to more in the rare times I am want to listen to metal.
I'm dead for a bit.
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Most wholesome use of the word Fuck, bar none.