The latest album from Burzum. It had to grow on me, but this is the shit actually. At first i was turned off by the sound of Varg's cotton mouth durring the spoken parts... ew. It reminds me of Chris Lund, sitting with that signature grimace after many hours of smoking pot and drinking Naragansette telling some indecipherable story. you might not even catch what i mean, but you might. its gross. Also the sung parts used to turn me off, but i've come to appreciate them in a way. This album rules. Varg's still got it even after those fifteen years in a cushy little bedroom of a cell. Download it. Don't buy it.
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