Everyone wears black. Everyone.
I'm standing out because I'm wearing brown.
Perhaps that's not it.
Perhaps I stand out because there isn't an image of a rotting skull on my clothing? Perhaps I stand out because I don't have homemade tattoos? Perhaps it's something else?
They take the stage.
Their day jobs long done. Drapes of long straight hair cover their faces.
The 'singer' lurks towards the microphone...
"Bcheeeehhh!! FOOOS!!!!! KILLLLL!!!!! AAAAAAAAAA!!!!!"
An amalgamation of absurd guttural noises come out of his mouth. He speaks in a voice that sounds like a mean version of the Cookie Monster. The crowd goes wild.
The next three minutes of life blur together.
Death metal is a cultural phenomenon like no other.
Highly intricate and technical. Mind numbing instrumental arrangements. Lyrics that would scare small children if they were intelligible. Something so precise, so vicious and so nonsensical.
Really peaceful countries create the best death metal. The gentle people of Scandinavia are known all over the world for their wonderful social programs and stylish furniture. They're also known as the heart of worldwide dark music.
Scary music comes from unscary places because that is what they do not know. Norweigens and Swedes have no idea what it's like to live in terror, so their artists present the inverse image to the world. Meanwhile, all the music out of such social hellholes as sub-saharan Africa sounds like a cheerful upbeat soundtrack to a Disney parade. Images of smiling bongo players and beautiful dancing colors contradict the harsh reality of waking up in the Congo.
"Canada is a land of social welware and beautiful parks" I think as the second verse to 'Mutilated Vermin' rips through the venue.
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