I bring you abject decadence,
I glorify the violence of cowards and fools,
I sell your lives like cattle,
And whore your daughters to the world:
I am alpha and omega.
– Destroyer 666, Blood For Blood
Of all metal bands, Destroyer 666 have perhaps best signified the masculine ideal. Confrontation and turmoil are the essences of this ideal and spur it onward, on the path to introspection and self-improvement. The same strife also lies at the core of Destroyer 666‘s music, a perpetual beckoning to inner and outward conflict that mimics the restlessness burrowing its way into the soul of today’s man. This restlessness can’t be chalked away to an individual neurosis, for far too many minds of above-average intelligence confess to an intense feeling of anachronism or a displacement in time that leaves them as misfits in the here and now.
What have we, as men, truly become? Drowning in hyper-sensitivity and ever-walking on tenterhooks, watching what we say and how we behave lest we offend someone whose vocation, pathetically enough, seems to be taking offence. Granting equal credence to all opinions under the guise of democracy and diplomacy. Choking our innate sense of pride – if it ever was innate to begin with, for it seems like it never existed in certain men – to shamelessly ingratiate and curry favours from those with influence. Suppressing our natural, aggressive instincts to conform to the majority’s ideas of compassion and propriety; in fact one wouldn’t be entirely amiss in replacing “majority” with “female”, for with the warped nature of the more recent vintage of feminism, men have had to remodel themselves as effeminate ninnies to appear more in step with this Jezebelian ideology.
Reclusiveness is now considered an anomaly and a social wart but for how long can the proud and discerning man continue surrounding himself with those that have to be talked down to in the manner of ten-year olds so that some farce of a dialogue can be carried out? How long can he abide with the castrated behavior of these boy-men before throwing in the towel in disdain and retreating into his safe haven? If the point of all intercourse is either a mutual reinforcement of deeply held convictions or an advancing of knowledge, then too much contact with the craven type of person mentioned above is liable to leave the proud man disenchanted. The compromise inherent wounds and shames his sense of self-worth and leaves him questioning his fundamental values. He would rather spend time with his dog.
Men today cannot stand isolation and have the painful need to be constantly connected through technology. Solitude is frowned upon as being anti-social when in fact it is the only way of truly knowing oneself and developing any kind of personal life-philosophy. Instead men today prefer uploading pictures of themselves and their equally asinine companions on Facebook, are perpetually distracted by Whatsapp beeps even in the middle of workouts at the gym (but this kind of man rarely moves away from the EZ curl bar in any case), and massage their vanity through Ask.fm. It would seem logical that a man should care deeply for the things he says on a public platform but sadly this isn’t always so today. Inanity and general listlessness are the sole constants to be found here, indicating, at its core, the same profound emptiness that the real man feels, but the difference between him and the herd being that the latter comes to accept this emptiness as its lot and even derives a kind of twisted pleasure from it.
All these seem distinctly unmasculine traits to me and are poles apart from the visceral, warring, and blood-thirsty dynamic evoked by Destroyer 666 over the years. Couched in a black metal aesthetic that is more influenced by traditional metal than it is by black metal, Destroyer 666‘s songs have always been about drinking, fucking, and fighting, in interchangeable order. While that is commonly mined territory for all heavy metal, Destroyer 666 have been adept at using bawdy ribaldry as a metaphor for that restless stirring inside the hearts of all real men, expressing the subjects alluded to above in an extremely literate manner. There is a seething undercurrent of violence to be found in their songs, violence not to be shackled like some sorry specimen from a travelling menagerie, but to be embraced as vim and vigour of the human condition, and as man’s native raiment, before the fall and the advent of morals.