1 hour ago
Thursday, October 8, 2009
In a way, Tartaros sums up everything great AND everything awful about black metal. The music here is extremely carnival-esque, with tons of weird, loopy keyboard stuff going on over hoarsely shouted/spoken vocals and steady mid-tempo beats. Images of moonlit horseback rides through mist-enshrouded woods are instantly brought to mind, while chanted choruses and swelling crescendos add a heavy medieval feel to the sound. This is indeed how I like my black metal, although I'm sure a fair amount of you disagree with my tastes.
But aside from that, get a load of that dude up there on the right. What's up with the Gary-Oldman-in-Bram-Stoker's-Dracula glasses? And the candelabra? And the ornate Victorian jacket? There's some weird goth shit going on here that I don't approve of.
Tartaros is/was a one-man solo project brought to you courtesy of Emperor's former touring keyboard player, Charmand Grimloch. And while I can't stand behind his wardrobe choices 100%, I do dig where he's coming from musically. Sure, it's a little Cradle of Filth-y at times, but what can I say? I'm a sucker for the whole castles-and-dragons-and-unicorns/D&D aspect that creeps into BM every once in a while. Fuck those "necro" dudes and their shitty cassette recordings. Me and Mr. Grimloch will be over here savoring a fine cabernet in the study, speaking of cryptic lore by candlelight and rolling some 20-sided dice. Fuck you if you can't hang.
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Posted by Shelby Cobras at 1:54 PM