When you take the time to write in the press material, that your band “has only one priority: Playing real metal. No bullshit and gimmicks”, and even point out that its not about having a lot of ‘friends’ through MySpace, it might be a good idea to follow up on that statement… Black Anvil has 1100 friends through MySpace, and the page is loaded with t-shirts for sale, pics, soundbites and stuff. Easy boys, you only have one album out, remember? As far as gimmicks go… What’s the fucking point in mixing skater/street wear with oldschool corpsepaint, anyway?
Luckily a band is far more than image – well, in the metal scene at least, its that way – and Black Anvil can compose and play, that’s for sure. Few are the bands that holds the blood-smeared banner of traditional black metal high – among them Khold are the best example – but Black Anvil is fighting the battles of the North if ever a band did! It’s grim and thrashy, melodious and reeking with hatred and sorrow. It’s a new declaration of war, inspired by Immortal and Celtic Frost, though ideas of Burzum and Bathory, Darkthrone and Satyricon – in short, the very grandmasters of the genre – appears too, throughout Time Insult the Mind.
This I nothing like the symphonic/electronic new black of Dimmu Borgir. This is as non-mainstream as it gets, and is about time someone took that up again! In every song you will find a remnant of one of the old styles within the Norwegian era. The fast-paced battlecry, the sluggishly slow troll-hymn, the black n’ roll biker-hit, the melodic sorrowful ballad of grinding noise and screams, as a cavalcade of the early black metal culture. It’s pure nostalgia, with impure sound. And it’s amazing that a bunch of New Yorkers can make this.
The best song on the album is Dethroned Emperor (and I’ll not comment on that title at all!) Funny thing is, it’s a secret song – another one of those non-existing gimmicks, perhaps? You’ll find it if you scroll forward to track 77. An annoying idea that I never cared for. What’s the point?
The rating reflects that this music is really great, but that it’s obviously played by a gang of smart-asses that won’t even admit to being smart-asses.