Under the Freezing Moon (on the motorway)

(Oh, alright. Here’s yet another black metal joke (art not mine)

Happy??

 

I don’t know about you, but England is currently in chaos due to heavy snow showers this time of year. Faced with circumstances that would make the average Scandinavian, Latvian, Russian or Canadian shrug and carry on, the country is struggling to continue life with snow affecting the roads and whole towns to the point of near lockdown (if you will). There are even some reports that there’ll be a few miniature blizzards, around the southern regions.

Albion isn’t as savvy with this weather as it used to be a century ago, and it shows.

It’s even pushed me to that special, idle space of curiosity, where one can’t seem to resist the urge to google up song names with the word ‘blizzard’, ‘ice’ or ‘frost’. Well, not exactly… in my case, I do what everyone else does and use Metal-Archives.

 

Let’s pick one of these words, though… how about ‘blizzard’?

(Not quite what I had in mind, but pretty fun.)

 

 

I’m sorry… I had to.

 

Thrash/speed isn’t always centred onthe heat of the 1980’s, but you knew that already.

 

These were just a few of the many songs I found, in relation to the word “blizzard”. It’s not a surprise to see even the Italian band Abgott in its earlier years reference the term, especially with their much stronger influence from the second wave of black metal that came along from Northern Europe, since this style had inspired many other musicians in more commonly warmer climates to play “frostier” notes for themselves before mostly moving on to find their own sound (case in point, Astarte from Greece).

However, I can’t help but feel sad right now, at the thought of my fellow Brits being irritated to read yet another post of writing out there in cyberspace about the cold. We don’t like the cold – why else do you think we keep flocking off to Spain and Thailand??

I can imagine my countrymen right now, struggling to get their engine started, slipping on the ice, finding themselves still stuck in the traffic crawl after the last two hours… unable to find any respite even online from the weather outside.

 

So in the name of goodwill and charity, I owe it to my friends and family in Albion (and Eire, and… um, that other one, with all the thistles, and that one in the corner with the sheep) to give them a moment of blissful escapism once and a while from such a bizarre weekend.

 

Here you go:

 

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