Satyricon seeks refuge
When the record label is hardly clamoring for something raw and refreshing to keep the interest at hand, does Satyricon bow down and fulfill their commercial request, or do they uphold standards and make a masterpiece? Black Metal in particular has fought with these questions for over a tenner, with a myriad of different responses and reactions, all the same, some have sinfully chosen to withdraw entirely into the dusk, seeking asylum in the wilderness of their conscious.
Some have become aggravated with the genre, I might yet say that situation isn't far from the truth while exploring new vibes and turning into some form of electro-eclectic, yet musical abomination before returning in glory to their original sources. Nevertheless, the greatest figure of Black Metal artists decided to remain outcasts and bowed to the wishes of the crowd by releasing albums that were promptly forgotten by many of us, which is precisely where Satyricon's newborn self-titled album at present stands.
Embodying all that is cheesy and lethargic, Satyricon is an excellent illustration of the modern Black Metal ethos. Still, 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 execution, and solid production produce a well-shaped package that undoubtedly will allow Satyricon 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 musical style.
Sounding almost alike a tribute to Burzum's post-epoch, now minor-minded and modeling, but lacking even a glance in their mother wit of the old-fashioned Black Metal spirit that their albums once adorned, Satyricon is desperately chucking in references to hideous pop and blues cliches as if the label funded a survey directed at making 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?
In that respect 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 checked before putting out 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.
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