Oh Krist, little do you know that you will be bald and beardy in 2011
Twenty years. Two motherfucking decades.
It’s hard to get my head around the fact I have spunked a fifth of a century up against the wall of the universe since freaking out to Nirvana Nevermind for the first time as a geeky thir-teen.
Twenty is a circular number (well it’s got a zero in it and a two is pretty curly so bear with me).
In the 20 years since Nevermind, my tastes and life have come full circle.
Hoe down - Okkultokrati style
It was searching for more blackened hardcore like Kvelertak that led me to Okkultokrati. Some kvlt nong on last.fm was shouting about how Kvelertak were childish amateurs compared to the might of Okkultokrati. Sounds promising, thought I.
Unfortunately, this expectation for debut No Light for Mass to sound like Kvelertak +1 hobbled my appreciation for some time. The two bands may mix punk and black metal but the results couldn’t be more different.
Much as I have finally fallen for this record, it’s by no means “fun”. Rather than mead, wenches and Norse mythology, Okkultokrati have crafted a record of “necro spirituals” exploring the dark side of atheist metaphysics. Not that I care particularly – they could wail and growl about cute kittens or the finer points of auto-repair as long as the music is good. Which it is.