Bergthron – Durch den Nebel der Finsternis

Through the fog of darkness...
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… the band has apparently lost their way and reached a bland boring spot of the black metal scene. There was much crying and moaning, but even though Bergthron were unable to image otherwise, they thought it would be best to record their music nonetheless. Some idiot might have some spare change for those recently liberated people of East-Germany. But when the band looked around, they saw mighty other bands and artists and projects, whose glory and magnificence seemed to reach for the skies. So what to do, thought the band. Again, much crying and lamenting, but then they realized that it would be possible to find a way still. Instead of composing music like everyone else did it, with structures and build-ups that made some sense, there would only be one long track and this one would have a confusing set of segments. Alas, there was finally the illusion of the rebellious spirit of the origins of the black metal scene running through their veins and therefore still a chance to become part of the grandeur of it all. Armed with nothing but a vain hope and and some instruments, those brave four musicians moved out to fight against false music, like Rednex, The Kelly Family and Take That. Music their sister had tormented them with day in and day out. They would show her.

… this path lead to black metal trveism – a “v” for extra trveness – and to a space at the outer skirts of the scene. Ah, how wonderful a sight revealed itself to them. A gigantic forest of unimportant bands – old and new – of the past, the present and the future – stood there in all its pristine, unscathed manner. A place no false person has already laid hands upon. It all looked alike, they did not bother about this. In the background there still loomed the gigantic artists and all their grandeur, but Bergthron did not had to care about them any more. Yes, there were free … free to do whatever they liked and wanted to do. Here, in this very spot that they had reached they could play their very own type of black metal. Black metal with distorted fuzzy guitars, confusing arrangements, timing problems, a bad production and vocals no one would actually give a shit about. There was much rejoicing and hugging, but as it turned late and dark, not to mention that their mommy’s were far away and therefore also the chance of the warmth and cosiness of their cellar or basement, panic took over their spirit. Thence they ran around muddleheaded, until they hit a wall and realized it was a castle. Immediately they made a picture, because this would be on the cover artwork for their demo tape release. Black and white as well as badly Xeroxed – all for the trvveness – now with two “v”'s because you cannot possible have enough of these.

… and then they entered this lonely place and recorded in this very spot their first magnificent release. Yes, you could hear the inarticulate screams of the vocalist and the indistinguishable plucking of the strings of the guitar. Ah, how wonderfully long they played along, while they had no idea what to do next. But then they decided, similar to god in the creation of the world, let there be something new and then there was something new. Let there be keyboards and nothing else they screamed and then there were keyboards and nothing else. How wonderfully they danced in circles and hugged themselves. Yet, why not go out on the towers of the castle, they thought. From there they could look down to all those unworthy other bands, whose works lack this epic trvvveness – three times is half the six. Who cares about what had been done in the past? Who needs those well crafted release of the established artists? Bergthron … what a wonderful name they thought. From up there on the highest spot of it all, they could look down to all other ones. They decided to be on par with all those mighty mountains, those artists who were actually capable of good song-writing.

… and then the sound of hysteric screams reached their ears, which they attributed to their playing, their grandeur and their innovative means. Some people, the members of Bergthron had apparently forgotten their thickly rimmed glasses and could not examine what was going on clearly, were doing something in an open spot in the forest. They, Bergthron, newly established sovereign of these lands, decided momentarily that they would tell them. They would sing them a song, sing to them in German a text that sounds like it had been taken from a Children's book. Luckily, they rejoiced, in the inner yard of the castle there were a couple of tricycles – this time no “v”, but still three wheels, so again half way to the six – and they drove like mad into the world outside of their new homestead. Drove towards those folks over there. It felt they were driving into the past. Towards their long lost girl friends, who had abandoned them, because they could not stand their strange smell and stupid shirts. Now, as grandmasters of black metal, as kings of all black metal bands, they would show them … They would drive through their own realm of darkness and into the light. Towards those days in which Christianity still conquered their hearts and beautiful girls were holding their arms. It is to there that they would take their newly gained spirit …