To walk the path of the metal poseur is to pick the plumpest of mainstream fruits and succour the sweet secretions contained within. It is the art of walking with giants of mainstream underground extremism whilst maintaining one foot firmly on the part of pop monumentalism.
The path is dangerous for the faux fur of metal consumerism is a tempting demon whore that claws at the inner self of underground triumphalism. These are the eagles that soar through the mind galleries of every metal poseur, no matter how compartmentalised their singularity may be.
This is the story of pure poseur exhiliration, of a life lived on the edge of eternal non-consumerist abyss that are my favourite albums. Do you dare partake in their extremity, their life shattering essence, the pure poseur power?