Rovinano tutto quello che toccano. Ascoltare metal mi ha addestrato a controllare se una band ha rune nell’artwork o tatuate addosso, che tipo di rune ecc per capire se sono dei nazi.
È una cosa che ho imparato a fare quasi inconsciamente e qualche anno fa ho scoperto che è un’attività comune 
By combing through album lyrics, parsing interviews, and inspecting tattoos, journalists covering black metal—and even casual fans—become adept at rooting out bigotry. Doing so has, by now, become a conscious part of the wider black-metal experience: for leftist fans, a familiar ritual involves poring methodically through all available information to decipher an exciting new band’s political position. It’s kind of like playing a heavy metal version of the Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon game, except the locus is invariably a Polish neo-Nazi or racist death metal guy from Florida, and winning is really losing. The thrill of discovering a killer new record is attended, always, by anticipation as you scour the lyrics and artwork and member lists and touring history—and then, all too often, you discover that (dammit!) the guitarist has a racist side project, or their label has released anti-Semitic material.