Blizzard Beasts!, Hate!, Nespithe!: these are all albums which have left dormant fruits, still waiting for the necessary environmental conditions to ripen and birth a new generation.
However, while most are looking for a new aesthetic direction, this is not what is necessary. What has been learned? What patterns do we see? What data can we synthesize?
Production has been more or less perfected if we are to retain the standard collage of instruments used in metal. Technical proficiency has peaked. The forms are understood and have been ingrained in the consciousness of any would-be metal aspirant.
We now stand on the shoulders of giants.
Are we to succumb to Zarathustra's dwarf, the spirit of gravity--the Hindu tamas, the Muslim nafs, the Christian Satan--and rise to heights only to be blinded by the sun of the sight that lay before us?--or may we truly become the loneliest, as only he can be that has the courage to slay--to slay his ego and laugh as a man does who is man no more?
We hear the laughter. Is it directed at us?--or is it we who laugh?