uddenly I noticed that the adoration to me had plummeted to an unthinkable level! Not enough that crusher-like rhythm, the strained vocals, the high-pitched guitars and the horny themes adopted by the English pioneers of Venon, the evil ones also wanted to have their faces painted like corpses and even burn churches around the blond & civilized Scandinavia. Calm down, you wild Vikings! The closest and most radical of the metal labels is also one of the most recognized by the hairy metal lovers, so all these marketers excess – even the worship to the despicable Nazism – are not really necessary to convert new disciples. Well, I’m indeed delighted with flames, but the thing is that while they are exhibiting themselves to the enemies, I’m the one who looks bad after all.