This week, Chaly whips up gales of powdery snow with his leathery wings and flaps over the gates of Blashrh- Blashkrhy- Blashyyykh- ah, screw it. You know that place. The goofy “demon-and-battle-filled” fantasy realm that Demonaz and Abbath concocted so their band, Immortal, wasn’t just another bunch of Satan-worshipping goofs in frostdemonpandastormpaint. No, Immortal is a bunch of entirely different goofs. And that’s why they deserve the scorching-hot BSOGM brand on their pale, white (and occasionally shimmying) derrieres more than any other second-wave black metal band. Of course, in the wake of a tragedy that blew at some horizons and resulted in an acrimonious split, you’re likely taking sides nowadays, supporting either Abbath’s winterhorde or Demonaz’s blizzardbastion. Who’s the grimmest? Serba ends up mostly stumping for the former, and Damian mostly for the latter, because if a BSOGM episode didn’t devolve into petty verbal scraps, it would be one percent intro, one percent plugging the Patreon, and 98 percent chomping on snacks. So anyway, Immortal rocks, and so does that I record, and that Demonaz solo record, and that Abbath solo record, and the new Abbathless Immortal record. Everybody wins, sort of. Anyone want a pretzel rod?