I've never been faced with the fact that my work is publicizing the art of a convicted murderer — one proud enough of his six years' "hard time" to boast in the liner notes that "Reinkaos" was "written behind prison walls." Why not go whole hog, man? A DVD bonus track of Jon Nödtveidt actually committing murder? First 500 copies daubed with the blood of his victim? Maybe liner notes written by a grieving family member?
For the record, then: I wouldn't piss on Nödtveidt if he was on fire, and I wish I believed in a Hell awful enough to stuff an eternity's worth of karmic retribution up his hateful, cowardly ass. That pathetic jail sentence is enough to make me wonder if maybe Ted Nugent is right about a few things, after all. And the thought of an unrepentant Nödtveidt traveling the world, playing shows for enthused audiences, makes me sick to my stomach. If that makes me some sort of weak, non-metal pussy in your eyes, so be it.
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We're left with dull, dated sounding Swede-metal castoffs released under a wholly inappropriate name — is it any wonder the reaction to "Reinkaos" has been largely negative, or that Nödtveidt has recently announced that the group will disband after some final live shows?
Maybe Nödtveidt got a little karmic ass-whuppin' after all. He came out of prison with no idea how to live up to the awesome legacy of his former band, so he threw together this ridiculous death-rock travesty, and the reaction to it has been bad enough to kill off the one thing he had going for him in life. As karmic retribution goes, it's not as satisfying to watch as, say, drawing and quartering, or a lifetime of boils and plagues… but it's about as good as we could hope for here in the real world. Good riddance, scumbag.