El metal II - Gracias a los logos

Nunca me había pasado (creo que nunca me había pasado; al menos no recuerdo que me haya pasado: siempre —en mi primera etapa metalera, digamos, desde los catorce años hasta los veinte más o menos— escuché bandas nuevas por recomendaciones de amigos o por revistas sobre música), pero hace un par de meses empecé a escuchar un par de bandas sencillamente por su logotipo.
No por su género, ni por los nombres de sus discos o sus artes de tapa, sólo por el dibujo que (de)forma su nombre, que a primera vista no permite ni leer qué quiere decir.
Esto pasó porque tuve la genial idea de hacerme remeras con logos de bandas en lugar de comprarlas. Porque así hacemos las cosas. O complicadas o no se hacen.

En la búsqueda me encontré con esta entrevista al diseñador de logos Christophe Szpajdel, que hizo el de Emperor, para empezar…

Le preguntan por los logos que diseñó, por cómo es el proceso de crearlos, etc. Y en un momento le preguntan qué logos le hubiera gustado diseñar: Dragged into Sunlight, dice.
Y ahí conocí por primera vez una banda sólo por su logo. Este:

Y me gustó la banda. El primer tema del primer LP que sacaron tiene un audio con la voz de Charles Manson [por el momento, en todos los discos que sacaron, esta banda recurre a poner audios de asesinos seriales, nada demasiado nuevo, como remarcan varias reseñas sobre sus discos, pero para uno, que conoce asesinos seriales ficticios por Criminal Minds, El silencio de los inocentes, Dexter y tal, encontrarse con tipos ¡de verdad! hablando sobre lo que hicieron y lo que pensaban es estremecedor] tomado de no sé qué grabación de lo que dijera. Y así, sacado de contexto, me parece bastante lúcido lo que dice, qué querés que le haga:

They are sneaking in the county jail
Looking under the door to see if the man is there
Sneaking like little children out of town
Sneaking
Sneaking all around the courthouse
Sneaking in and out of the ventilators
Sneaking everywhere
Everything is sneaky up around Sneaky Ville
Everything we have to do to get to the truth has to be sneaky
It seems a shame to sneak to get to the truth
To make the truth such an evil dirty old nasty thing
You got to sneak to get to the truth
The truth is condemned
The truth is in the gas chamber
The truth has been in your stockyards
Your slaughterhouses
The truth has been in your reservations
Building your railroads
Emptying your garbage
The truth is in your ghettos
In your jails
In your young love
Not in your courts, or your congress, or the old sit judge man on the young
What the hell do the old know about the young?
They put a picture of Old George on the dollar and tell you that he is your father, worship him
Look at the madness that goes on, you can’t prove anything that happened yesterday
Now, the only thing that’s real
You can try to prove that Columbus sail on an ocean
But it’s not the same ocean, it’s a different ocean, it’s a different world
Everyday
Every reality
Is a new reality
Every new reality is a new horizon
A brand new experience of living
I got a note last night from a friend of mine
He rise in his note of what he might have to do in order to save his reality
As I save mine
You can’t prove anything!
There is nothing to prove!
Every man judges himself
He knows what he is
You know what you are
As I know what I am
We all know what we are
Nobody can stand in judgment
They can play like they are standing in judgment
Then take you off and control the masses
With your human body
And they can lock you up in the penitentiaries, and cages, and put you on crosses like they did in the past
But it doesn’t amount to anything
What they’re doing is, they’re only persecuting a reflection of themselves
They’re persecuting what they can’t stand to look at in themselves
The truth
The cant stand to look at the truth in themselves
They persecute themselves
They are butchering themselves every time they go on the freeway
They hate themselves
Look at the signs, “Stop”, “Go”, “Turn here”, “Turn there”, “You cant do this”, “You cant do that”, “You cant, you cant, you cant”, “This is illegal”, “That’s illegal”, “Everything’s illegal”
The priest used to watch over the people
Now they are watching the people
The president does not represent the people, he should be on the roadside picking up his children, but he isn’t
He is in the white house, sending them off to war
And you’re saying I have to pay for this again?
And again and again I’ve got to pay for your sins
How many times have I got to pay for your sins?
I’m getting tired
I’m getting tired

The people you call my family were people that you didn’t want
Children that were along side the road that their parents had kicked out
So I took ‘em to my garbage dump and fed ‘em and taught ‘em that in love there is no wrong
Everything they’ve done they’ve done for the love of brother

Qué querés que te diga, decía; no hay una conclusión muy clara para este post poco claro, que no sé si habla de Manson o de los logos, al final: para mí el metal es eso: asusta a las viejas, hace llorar a los niños, molesta a los hermanos y vecinos; si no, no es metal.

Otro logo que me pareció muy bueno por lo claro que se lee el nombre sin perder la forma simétrica y de pinches típica, aparte de las gotas de sangre, es el de Whore of Bethlehem:

Besis.