Lockwood found this simply awesome map of metal. I knew, from the instant I saw his tweet, what it was mapping.
The majority of my favorite metal comes from the Scandinavian countries. So, of course, all I have to see in proximity are the words “heavy metal” and “Scandinavia” and I’m happily singing in the dark.
Right. So the article says Finland leads. Let’s have some Finnish metal, then, shall we? Dear fuck, this is hard – lots of my favorites hail from Helsinki or, y’know, other Finnish cities. But I think we’ll go with Nightwish this time round, as they’ve been a favorite for years. Until Tarja left, anyway.
One of my favorite songs ever. And a celebration of sin seems suitable for a Sunday, eh?
Right. On to Sweden, coming in a close second… There’s a few I could’ve gone with, but we’ll do Draconian. I bloody love Draconian. Perfect for when I want moody, atmospheric, dark-as-hell music. And while you get the song immediately, I just spent twenty minutes agonizing before deciding it absolutely must be “Seasons Apart.”
Shivers. Veritable shivers. Indubitably.
Norway’s next. Oh, Norway. The vast majority of my metal comes from Norway. How in hell do I choose between them all? (Cue agonized death-metal scream.) Emperor, which was my gateway drug? Dimmu Borgir, my favorite-ever black metal band in the entire universe? About a billion others… No. No, it has to be Dismal Euphony, because I don’t think they get half the credit they deserve.
That, my darlings, is one of those black metal songs that leaves me so in love with life, because it reminds me how very fragile life is. I think it’s one of their best, but it’s not their most technically complex song. Don’t let me forget to put “Carven” up as one of our Sunday Songs someday.
And then, Iceland. I looked over the Iceland list and realized I haven’t heard a single band from Iceland. How sad is that? I sampled a few. None of them tickled my fancy, until I came across XIII‘s “Cat.” Dude. That’s my cat they’re singing about!
Sweet! And kinda catchy. Or is that “cat-chy.” Ahaha.
We have barely scratched the surface that is the dark awesomeness that is Scandinavia. We must do this again sometime. And for those of you who went, “Meh. Not my cup of tea,” do not be so hasty. I used to hate black metal. But my roommate played Anthems to the Welkin at Dusk three times on three different occasions, and on the third, I was kneeling beside his desk scribbling down the band’s name and the album and resolving to buy it forthwith. It could happen to you, too.
And yeah, not all of this was black metal, admittedly. But still. Awesome.