A Friday palate cleanser. First-rate headbangers have but two responsibilities: (a) screaming and (b) summoning the devil. Can an elderly capuchin monk pull it off? The answer comes quickly here as the eyes close, the Dark Lord is duly channeled, and an unearthly anguished rasp belches forth, an unmistakable sign that we’re in the presence of the Beast. Awesome. Exit quotation: “He started playing and recording cassettes, firstly with ‘lighter’ metal music, but gradually he realised that what really moved him was the hard core.” Click the image to watch.
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