In a sinner’s world, only the most profane prevail. Such is the case for Polish black metal act Nekkrofukk. In the middle of a pentagram, with candles alight at each point, and writhing snakes forming the arms, Nekkrofukk imbue the ancient spiritual powers of Black Sabbath, Beherit, and Mortuary Drape. The idea (or rather creation) of sole magikkian Lord K. (ex-Hate, ex-Azarath), Nekkrofukk gives no fucks what you have to say, think, or do–even commentary on the dubious band name is considered for and heaped onto Lord K.’s human manure pile.
Says Lord K., “I don’t give a fuck if you like the new album or not. On Mysterious Rituals in the Abyss of Sabbath & Eternal Celebration of the Blakk Goat, once again I puke with bile and shit on anything that’s holy. Nekkrofukk was never meant to be a popular band and never existed to live up to the expectations of anyone but myself and the new album will be an undeniable proof of it. Nekkrofukk is my tribute to old satanic metal, my dedication to the underground scene forever. If you don’t understand this, you might as well be dead.”
Well, then. Be fucked or be dead it seems. We’ll take fucked in this case ’cause Nekkrofukk’s unholy black metal–with riffs as slow (and fast) as a round trip through the Rings of Hell–has its iniquitous charms in its bipolar extremes. The track Decibel is premiering, “Devil’s Blood Injekktion,” oozes out of the gate. There are no fast tickets to Satan’s fiery maw on this one. No, sirs and madams. Lord K. dooms forward with a simple Iommi-esque riff, replete with church bells for accent, and gurgles his way into our feeble minds with incantations indecipherable but no doubt riddled in blasphemy. When the goat and baby (or is it goat-baby?) cries and blade sharpening bit hits, well, the Nekkrofukk ritual is all but halfway over but at its thunder-drum zenith. Then, that riff (and church bell) hits again. Oh, what hath Black Sabbath and its mutating generations wrought?
Monday’s for losers. Let’s get slow-motion fukked to Nekkrofukk!