Mgła – Presence (2006) (…like diamonds in the shit of smugglers)

Black Metal is a genre long stigmatized for its quantity over quality approach, ‘grim-to-the-point-of-stupidity’ attempts at atmosphere and lo-fi production masking the oft proved incongruity of a boy playing a badly tuned guitar in the bedroom of his parents house trying desperately to convey misconceptions of Nietzschean values. Its usually pretty hard to sift through the crap to find something half worth your time, so much so that most people give up with Black Metal as something that begun and died with thee old Norweigans. Mgła is an exception to these (unfortunate) rules.

Presence is a monument. Delivery is honest and full of conviction. Simplicity fine tuned by variations in guitar composition and what I know I will regret calling catchy binary beats you hear all too rarely in MEHTUL. Total dedication not just to the blueprint of Black Metal but to the abnegation of Christian values and society. Not another fatuous band copying Darkthrone but a messenger. Alright, this is meat and potato Black Metal, but its done properly and for the right reasons, and hopefully, you will hear that. Enjoy and Support!


You'll find me in the vast wilderness of British Columbia, talking metal at LURKER, or working in publishing and front-end web/eBook development.

3 Comments

  • Reply January 28, 2010

    justin

    Right on man good words, thanx for the tunes.

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  • Reply May 6, 2014

    Peter

    We lived in a haunted house for a few months. I have a pretty teenage daughter, and she was a bit freaked to stay there. Once I heard her cry out in the middle of the night. I went to investigate and found her lying on her bed with her nighty up around her belly and her breasts exposed. She was moaning and rocking as though a man was on top of her, but there was no-one. The bed was squeaking beneath her and her legs were spread wide. The shaking got faster and she became more frantic, then suddenly the rocking stopped and she gave a cry. I saw a milky fluid spill suddenly from the slit of her vulva and onto the sheets. Then I ran from the room as she was being raped by a ghost.

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