Venom kicked the door in. Bathory set it on fire and snarled something unholy into the smoke. This isn’t just a history lesson—it’s the moment black metal stopped pretending and started whispering. Lo-fi filth, demon vocals, punk bones. Quorthon didn’t follow—he built the altar. And I’m standing at the edge, listening.
Metallica are overhyped, Hetfield hunts bears, and Lars is Lars. But their debut album Kill ’Em All? Ugh. It’s annoyingly good. Fast, filthy, and just thrashy enough to earn a place on my shelf.
A wild dive into the chaos and legacy of Motörhead—how Lemmy Kilmister helped birth thrash metal, pissed off parents, and proved that staying loud and weird is the most metal thing of all.