Black metal has an image problem. It's not just that one of the genre's most revered figures is a racist, arsonist, and murderer; it's not just that shitty production and lyrics about hating Jesus are reactionary aesthetic dead ends, not the foundations of a vital art form; and it's not just that corpse paint and bullet belts look more silly than scary. It's that the narrow version of black metal encapsulated by those three statements is all most people know—or care to know—about the genre. Which leaves a band like Brooklyn's Krallice out in the... More >>>