Alright, here's something I've been thinking about for a while. I feel that as the years go by the original excitement I had for metal has faded away in a certain sense. It's not that I don't still love metal music or that it doesn't excite me in any way but it seems that metal has lost a lot of the original mystique that it had when I was first getting into it. Let me clarify by giving some historical background.
The first black metal album I ever heard was De Mysteriis Dom Sathanas by Mayhem. This was a hugely significant album for me because before that I had only explored thrash metal, heavy metal, a tiny bit of death metal, and I was, well, 11 years old. This album was seriously the most fucked up, dark, frightening thing I had ever heard. And when I looked at the cd insert and saw the picture of Euronymous I thought "This is not some guy who gets up in the morning and eats his Cheerios; this is some kind of seriously demented person." Extreme metal as a whole and black metal in particular had this kind of aura of mystery and esotericism that surrounded it which made it seem strangely fascinating, exotic, and dangerous. Add to this the fact that I got into metal before the advent of filesharing, so I couldn't simply get on my computer and hear whatever I wanted to hear. A lot of the fun of the whole thing was going out and hunting down these strange, obscure albums in the used racks that apparently nobody but I knew about.
Now, given my age, I no longer view this music as conjured from the depths of hell, nor do I regard the musicians making it as anything but people very much like myself; guys who sat for hours in their bedrooms coming up with riffs. Plus it's so easy for me to hear any music that I want to hear these days that there's really no excitement in the search for this kind of music anymore (to defuse any controversy about filesharing I should make it clear that I only sample music through said means, then I buy what I think will be worthwhile). But De Mysteriis Dom Sathanas still evokes a particular feeling in me that I can't really describe. It's the same feeling I had when I first heard it, only tempered by age and maturity.
So what I'd like to know is if anybody has had a similar experience. Has metal lost that mystique that it originally had? Did it ever have that to begin with for any of you? What are some really important metal albums for you personally and do they still evoke the same kinds of feeling in you that they did when you first heard them?