One of the best things about working at a bookstore is getting advance reader copies of various unpublished books for free. Last week I picked up a truly fantastic summer read, Precious Metal, from the editors of Decibel magazine. I haven't listened to all of the albums it covers, but the anecdotes from various band members, memorializing their greatest metal achievements, range from illuminating--how the perfect fusion of chance, low-budget studio wizardry, and pure metal fury came together to create monuments to wintry pagan emotions--to hilarious. I particularly love this little off-hand mention of Varg Vikernes getting his fudgsicle on:
"I have a classic memory of Varg stopping by the studio in his chain mail and standing in the recording room enjoying a huge ice cream with a smirk on his face." --Samoth from Emperor
2 comments:
His grymn and frostbitten fudgesicle of doom?
Love it \m/
I would have loved to be there and see that. Nothing is more evil than fudgesicles!!
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