I struggle with my place amongst other artists in this arena. My work isn’t openly political or concerning sexuality. Nods, subtle and otherwise, exist in my music, but it is just the howls of a wounded person. Which is a vulnerable thing to say to the point of hokey, but isn’t that what black metal is? It’s surface is inarguably ridiculous. The meeting of clown makeup and self-seriousness, and the ensuing attempts to distance from the makeup but hold dear to the self-seriousness. But at its core, black metal is made by people with a darkness inside of them that can’t, or shouldn’t be, expressed in any other way. The root of that darkness can come in any form the black metal practitioner finds inspiration. To deny the role my sexuality plays in my work would be as delusional as denying my sexuality itself. It’s amorphous and ill-defined, not neatly falling into categorization. I aspire for my music to follow suit.
lyrics
No retribution or penalty
Can ever erase what was wronged
Return what was taken
Innocence abused, molested, annihilated
Claims of power over the weak
Defenseless, Entrusted
You threw them away
A crumpled candy wrapper
No torture or execution
Can ever set the balance
What has been stolen
Before and after
No joy, no pleasure
Empty eyes
Wait
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What an impressive piece of black metal. This one-man hurricane is pure art. Sgah‘gahsowáh creates an haunting atmosphere. He puts so much soul in his music. Sælzer Bub