Nocturnal Wandering and The Fajita Hunger Buster
When meeting up with friends at the weekend, I normally go to a pub that takes about 30 minutes to get to on foot. Naturally I play some music both to and from there; on the way it’s normally something fairly upbeat and catchy (I was bopping along the road to The Ronettes on Friday..not very metal, I know). When I leave though it’s a different story and there’s one album I always, always play to keep me company on the way home: Mayhem’s De Mysteriis Dom Sathanas.
I’m sure there’s been enough discussion already about the band’s bizarre history (and it is certainly weird…I doubt there’s too many groups out there that have been associated with suicide, murder and er, cannibalism), and anyway, it’s the music that amazes me the most. Until I heard this album about 8 years ago, I was under the impression that keyboard or organ was needed to give black metal albums a weird and unsettling atmosphere – I didn’t realise that such an ominous and eerie sound could be created purely through the use of guitar, bass, voice and drums. I read years ago that Euronymous spent hour upon hour layering each song with hundreds of guitar tracks. I’m not sure if that’s true but I do know that I haven’t heard another album with the same kind of aura. I’d avoid everything the band released after this album just as I would a boiled egg, but this is easily one my favourite lp’s in the genre.
Walking home with this playing in my ear, it often strikes me as strange that I rarely pass another person; it’s a good thing I guess as I sometimes sing along and try and match the vocalist’s ‘vampire gargling some ultra-strong mouthwash’ voice. As it is, it’s only the urban foxes that are parley to my bad crooning. The bit where he wails ‘the cemetery lights up again..as…in…ancient…times‘ still sends a chill up my spine and makes me glad that I don’t pass any churchyards on the way home.
When I make it home I normally have the post-pub munchies, often eating the first thing I find. This has led to me eating four packets of Hula-Hoops in the space of 20 minutes before and dangerously approaching a salt overload, but this weekend I had some fajitas left over that I had made earlier. Lightly seasoned tofu, guacamole, salsa and loads of salad…it’s a messy eat for me at the best of times, but after a few beers it borders on the ridiculous. I woke up on Saturday with salsa all over my face but it didn’t stop me, I made some more today in preparation for impending night strolls. By PeteF