- Submitted: Thursday, 26 September 2013, 09:09:28
- Publisher: Alex de Borba
- Reads: 664
When the record label is hardly clamoring for something new and refreshing to keep the interest at hand, does Satyricon bow down and fulfill their commercial request, or do they uphold standards and create a masterpiece? Black Metal in particular has struggled with these questions for over a decade, with a myriad of different responses and reactions, however, some have sinfully chosen to retreat completely into the dusk, seeking refuge in the wilderness of their conscious.
Some have become exasperated with the genre, I might even say that situation isn't far from the truth while exploring new vibes and turning into some kind of electro-eclectic, yet musical abomination before returning in glory to their original roots. Others have waged war on modernity, risking the well-being in pursuit of these needling goals. However, the greatest number of Black Metal artists decided to remain outcasts and bowed to the wishes of the crowd by releasing albums that were quickly forgotten by many of us, which is precisely where Satyricon's newborn self-titled album now stands.
Embodying all that is cheesy and lethargic, Satyricon is an excellent example of the modern Black Metal ethos. Nevertheless, Black Metal only remains important on the surface, the album itself is nothing but a musically Hard Rock/Heavy Metal release designed for maximizing the highest promotional appeal. Simple riffs with obvious sequencing, simple implementation, and solid production produce a well-shaped package that undoubtedly will allow Satyrion to increase its commercial influence toward the masses, at least those that are not so much demanding and can be easily pleased by an album of this genre.
Sounding almost alike a tribute to Burzum's post-era, now minor-minded and noodling but lacking even a glimpse in their sense of the old-fashioned Black Metal spirit that their albums once adorned, Satyricon desperately chucks in references to hideous pop and blues cliches as if the label funded a study aimed at producing the most cookie-cutter album conceivable, then shared the results to the band... and let us not delve into the collaboration with Sivert Høyem, shall we?
There is nothing here for readers of this website to enjoy, glorify or even widely praise, except for the more morbid commenters among us. This album goes beyond oblivion and leaves us with the sensation that Satyricon should have stopped before releasing an album that will lead them closer to nowhere. It has nothing remarkable to impart. And perhaps most damning, it is not even terrible. It is simply a non-entity delivered by its creators.