Venom's debut shook the foundations of rock n roll so violently the musical idiom has never been then same since. All ascension to the realm of high art for this genre and culture was lost, at least for a time, when these swineherdly blokes rolled on the scene with blown amps, bad hair and reeking of Newcastle Brown Ale. What makes this record so compellingly influential is it's paradoxes: a band of untrained musicians trying to make rock n roll while satirizing occultism giving birth to a genre of intentionally untrained musicians trying to make occult-inspired walls of noise. This is indeed the truest of black metal albums because it can't possibly appeal to anyone who is looking to it for artistic merit. Or can it? Either way I recommend you put this on tonight and crank it up when some friends come over and see how long it takes for conversation to turn to "what is this fucking shit we're listening to?" then drink 40s until no one wants to listen to anything else.
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