Yeah, I admit it: I'm a kvltist. A cross-armed, unimpressed, glaring disapprovingly kvltist. Some folks call us "gate keepers", others "vibe killers", and even more besides "assbeard neckholes". Or something. However you view us, we're a distinct breed of metal fan, much maligned, branded with the ick, and invariably on the "mature" side.
For those of you who don't know what I mean, I, for better or worse, am a specifically black metal-styled elitist. It's not really anything to be proud of, but this is me owning my bullshit. In my defense, though, metal elitism was par for the course for lots of us in the late '90s/early '00s once we reached a certain level of underground discovery, and so to a degree this is all nurture and you really can't blame me for anything, which fully excuses shitty attitudes that I might have about dumb stuff like post-black metal.
This page is still in crafting
The black flame still burns.