I must ask crow, exactly what did you study in order to arrive at your conclusions on metal and hessians? Somehow I suspect it was the front page of this website. For me, death metal was never really a memento mori, but an expression of the masculine warrior spirit that I wished to cultivate in myself (but did not understand). Specifically the spirit of the Mujahid, the muslim holy warrior. Rather I understood it intellectually but didn't really feel it, though I desired it.
Heavy metal all the way down to black metal revealed some of it to me, the rest was through life. Too lost in intellect, it was difficult for me understand warfare and killing in particular as something that could be enjoyed. Amorally, not in any good/evil sort of way. In modernity, men are not men and some lessons of authority, strength and majesty came to me from really unlocking (the best of) metal music. Some people can get that kind of thing out of reading The Republic or something, not me.
A caveat, while it may not be true for the rest of the people on this board, I am indeed fascinated by the morbid and violent. I don't know why. I don't actually crave death or violence, but I smile at it where the expectation of the world is for me to reject it.
When we say this is really beautiful music, we (at least I) don't mean in a subjective sense. I reject this sort of subjectivity. Most of metal was inaccessible to me initially, a blur of confusing noise. With patience, desire, memorization and a resource that was fascist about quality in metal (this website), the beauty made itself apparent. It's just beautiful, not beautiful for us
. But ego and human nature prevent the absorption of this when stated directly, so you have to do it sideways somehow... it's worked for a couple of people I've interacted with one-to-one, but that's about it.
You will always be an outsider to this music without un-crow-like immersion. You cannot be an observer. So if you do not wish to do this, I suggest dropping the topic, because even if we reach some sort of dialectical compromise, your heart and our hearts will not be aligned. A false compromise.
I no longer pay any attention to the betterment of the world.
It is what it is, and only how I behave has any slight influence on it.
I will do my bit. Perhaps you'll do yours.
Jack Donovan had a pretty pithy way of expressing this last sentiment "Hate globally, like locally"