Norwegian black metal has always had many faces, but few are as twisted, cynical, and infectious as the one shown by Nattefrost and his crew, Carpathian Forest. While others strove for symphonic grandeur or spiritual purity, this band preferred to wallow in the mud, worship self-destruction, and inject a healthy dose of dark humor and a punk-fueled "fuck off" attitude into the frozen genre. They are the anti-heroes of the scene, having emerged from cult recordings like Through Chasm, Caves and Titan Woods, yet making their mark on history with albums like Strange Old Lore or Black Shining Leather.
A Carpathian Forest performance in Josefov won't be a polite visit. Expect a raw, archaic sound that combines classic Norwegian grime with a rock'n'roll drive that even Venom would be proud of. It is a celebration of everything wrong with humanity – from nihilism to the darkest corners of the mind – delivered with the charisma of a man who burned all his bridges long ago. Nattefrost on stage isn't just a vocalist; he is the embodiment of chaos, forcing you to either shake your fist at the sky or laugh in the face of the apocalypse. This is black metal unadorned, uncensored, and without mercy.
