I love old Finnish death metal. In the vast, adjective-laden world of extreme metal, it simultaneously manages to be the filthiest, most crushing, and weirdest. It's pitch black, evil, and it takes its time.
I love old Finnish death metal. In the vast, adjective-laden world of extreme metal, it simultaneously manages to be the filthiest, most crushing, and weirdest. It's pitch black, evil, and it takes its time.
The doors to the auditorium of the main stage of the Finnish National Theatre are shut one by one, in a consistent order, simultaneously on both sides of the audience. Darkness, so absolute that I cannot see outside of myself, I’m forced to look inwards only. Still dark.
Christmas songs – love them or hate them, they are a ubiquitous part of the holiday season. We collected some favorite Christmas songs of the BTSB editors in this one list-article, from old classics to the more obscure pieces.
Christmas is all about the atmosphere of love and peacefulness that envelops us during the holidays. These snapshots try to capture the essence of those feelings.
Nirvana, the supposedly “last great rock band”, with a front man that publicly spoke of his depression, is an easy subject for being made into this icon of negativity and darkness. Yet I think that a lot of the fans of Cobain’s music find his work more multifaceted than it is generally given credit for.
Around the time I discovered VSCO, I started getting more into photography itself and paying more attention to what I was capturing and posting online. My style, eye and editing preferences have changed over time, and I hope to continue evolving in a better direction.
You can’t predict it and you can’t evade it. I hear the slight falter in your voice when you've been thinking on your own and the smile that starts just a second too late. You try to hide it and from the surface I couldn't even notice. Maybe I don’t notice, years pass and still no one knows.
I lived most of my early life thinking that gingerbread is something that cannot be made from scratch at home, and the store-bought mystery dough was all I’d seen of the process. Why had I been kept in the dark about something so simple yet so profound?