Most folks think regular ol' black metal's creepy enough, but here at the Duty we think there ain't nothing more evil than a one man black metal band. Laugh all you want, but you best toss those street busker images out of your noggin 'cause when you've got a album cover with a logo you can't read and a solitary name in the liners you're in the presence of a cat so hateful he can't even stand to share a practice space with other icy-hearted dudes.Out of the whole crop of grim all-in-one-ers in this world, our current fave has gots ta be Switzerland's own Enoid whose face pummeling tunes make our raging Nutter Butter withdrawals look like a tiptoe through the tulips. Enoid's got so much raw Darkthrone riffin', unintelligible raspin', and hyperspeed blastbeats we want to carve out a heart and serve it up for lunch as soon as we push play. The fact this record sounds like the gnarliest full band around makes this guy even extra evil like he's got some serious multiple personality disorder or something. This type of kvltish anti-humanity ain't for the weak, but when you spent a full morning stuck behind a waddling fatso who's taking up the whole sidewalk only to get burned by a chirping barista who gives ya room when you didn't ask for it, you're only gonna be satisfied by one thing and Diamond Nights just ain't it.
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