Vitriol

Un flic de couleur qui essaie de combattre les préjugés et déviances (très proches de la réalité) de notre époque. Toute ressemblance avec des éléments et des personnes réelles n'est PAS fortuite...

by Abraham Ascher (Author)

It is easy to underestimate Denmark’s contribution to death metal, especially in the face of America and Sweden. But from early days of infancy, through trembling years of youth, long murky middle-age and final hours long in the tooth. Denmark is the hundred names of terror, creature you love the least. Now picture its name before you and exorcise the BAEST. Less than twelve months since their vicious debut Danse Macabre, BAEST have returned with yet another helping of slick Scandinavian savagery. Whenever a band follows an album quite so quickly it’s always cause for slight concern. Perhaps tellingly, Venenum doesn’t really stray from the debut’s template. Stylistically, it is a perfectly analogous sequel in almost every way. But when fellow Dane Hans Christian Andersen said “Death walks faster than the wind and never returns what he has taken,” he was not fucking about.

In the closing decades of the nineteenth century, during what has become known as the Gilded Age, the population of the United States doubled in the span of a single generation.