This Swedish black metal band
sounds like a jackhammer grinding
into concrete on a hot New York
afternoon, complete with the
sounds of multi-car auto collisions.
Granted, they aren’t the first to do this black metal sound and twist it heavenward
(both an oxymoron and great entertainment), but I can say they do it quite well.
I love the theatrics of this band. You have to look past the gore and
devastation to see that the point they make lies in extremes: the spiritual war is
brutal at times, with many casualties, but results in ultimate victory. The price
was paid in blood.
Why do I cover them, you ask? Well, I will tell you: Consider this an exercise in
affirmative action. This is a genre in the minority, and I will venture to say there
are at least a few of you out there lacking in good Swedish black metal made by
men of faith. That said, I can say that these are no newcomers. With 10 years under
their belts, these Cornerstone Festival vets are more than seasoned. You have to
check out their MySpace pics: They are great—neither for the faint of heart, nor
those lacking metal inclination. myspace.com/officialcrimsonmoonlight