One question I never get asked is: “How much more do you drink for ‘Drinking With Satan’ than all your other posts?” And it’s a fair question that I’m willing to ask myself and answer for your benefit. While it’s true that I drink plenty for every other review I write for Nine Circles, I usually get doubly aggressive when it’s time to do so with the devil. He requires much…inspiration, I suppose, in our meetings. It’s never just beer though, you have to mix in some whiskey (what?), vodka (what?), tequila (what?), and more beer (what?), and… well… you get the idea. In tonight’s episode, however, the indulgences are going in another direction.
Let me paint a picture for you. It’s Thursday night, and I’m at a fascinating level of self-loathing, drinking alone in my lair of a bedroom. The cedar incense is burning, filling the space that surrounds me, as I look out the window at the darkness that is enshrouding my historical harbor town in New England that I proudly call home. A dense fog has settled over the town, enveloping all streets and buildings. It’s bleak, dark, and cold for an August evening. The only thoughts that come to mind amidst this eeriness are those of Portsmouth’s haunted tales from centuries ago. The town’s cemeteries are home to victims of some of the most vicious murders in New England history. Yet it’s home. It’s why I’m addicted to this place like a drug. Walking through these endless graveyards at night in dense fog, with visibility near zero, the inspiration strikes. I pick up a bottle of red wine — Apothic Red, to be exact — and prepare to submerse myself in hateful darkness for the rest of the evening.
So here I am with a full bottle of wine (gotta consume some fruit every once in awhile) about to be annihilated once I kill the last of these PBRs and Harpoon Oktoberfests. It’s a different kind of aggression this evening — more inward-looking, more focused on the bleakness of black metal and the current environment that surrounds me. So let’s get started. The soundtrack tonight is provided by Vaee Solis and the album is their debut, Adversarial Light. Frankly, nothing could better match the environment of this particular evening.