Capital, following not the spatial-temporal logic of pure organic intuition, but its own bastardization of pure reason bound by human spatial-temporal limitations, struggles against and ultimately coerces the intuitions of its host organisms away from their own organic necessity. As geist
- a spirit of the noumenal realm, infecting consciousnesses in their parallel realm of existence prior to entering ours – capital's endgame is to instill its preferred logical mode in its host: by making pure reason immanent, the inefficencies of organic bodies are bypassed. Paradoxically, in order to achieve this next step in its evolution, capital must seek to make organic bodies more efficient without the aid of pure reason but still in service of it, because the organic necessity of pure intuition is ultimately incompatible with pure reason. The end result is another compromise in a long series of compromises: the Singularity will not be pure reason putting pure intuition to rest, but bodies of pure intuition being guided by geist
of pure reason, each unaware of the other, acting as automatons in a deterministic system.
Where records like Old Star
come into play here is simple: capital must commodify its dissent in order to maintain its supremacy, and it does so with startling efficiency. The hosts of Chapo Traphouse, an ostensibly Marxist podcast, are making millions of dollars in donations from naive Che Guevara shirt-wearing teenagers, and it is a farce to think that they spend less of that money on cocaine than they do on causes devoted to smashing “tHe CaPiTaLiSt SyStEm!”. Ted Kaczynski's writings are available for purchase through Amazon Prime✓, and it is a laughable notion that the proceeds go towards causes Uncle Ted would approve of. Black metal is the ultimate photo negative image of capital-fueled mass culture; the light-bearing shadow; a postmodern resurrection of Hyperborean forms that ironically parodies postmodernity by giving a glimpse into what Romantic spirit it has left trampled beneath layers of asphalt and the treads of Nike shoes, and parodies the Hyperborean by degrading it with simplistic pop-culture forms. It is organic necessity become self-aware - biopolitics'
knowledge of its own failure - and its despondence comes from the knowledge that the deterministic current followed by capital cannot be brought to bear.
In the same way that the Civil Rights movements spawned out of 60's counterculture is now outwardly celebrated by every brutal, slave and child labor-exploiting corporation as a marvel of human progress (read: a marvel of the ever-onward march of capital, utilizing fake leftism to deterritorialize authentic cultures that will then be replaced with golden arches), once black metal's dissident and violent streak put it in the spotlight, it too became a subject of interest of capital. Capital is always interested in profiting off of the angst of people who hate it, partially because capital is interested in profiting in any way that it can, but mostly because it is interested in subsuming that which threatens it most. Rebellion becomes commodified and continues to compromise with its capitalist overlords (The System's Neatest Trick).
It's ultimately not clear if the revolutionary potential that was first embodied in black metal was put to waste by its ceaseless edgy displays and the pointless displacement of violent angst onto innocents instead of onto the root causes of all misery. What could have been is all but vanished: black metal has been canonized alongside the post-Woodstock beatniks and wretched wannabe-bourgeois Brooklyn hipsters a la Rent
as a counterculture that is only socially acceptable to outwardly show approval of because it failed to actually accomplish anything. VICE's bogus reimagining of the story of Mayhem is now a part of hyperreality, metalsucks.com's moral puritanism has put black metal musicians' license to free expression on a razor's edge, and Fenriz is damned to an eternity of playing dad-rock for a paycheck.