Rabbit holes are beautiful this time of the year. The first I ran afoul of the Old Nick was at the age of 16, following in the footsteps of Pekka Ervast, in the cave in Mellunmäki, where he had led his followers in rituals of widely misunderstood kind. That story though, has nothing to do with the first time I ran afoul of Old Nick, Grimestone Records, a label run by their vocalist, and their “Say no to NSBM” policy, which I don’t factually recall. See, I would’ve been confident in making the claim this happened last August when Grimestone … Continue reading A Feverish, Red Dream of the Heroes of The Wand, Grim Stones, a Cult and a Pact with the Ol’ Nick