Maelstrom has been rolling along at the pace it’s been
rolling at for what may be years now. We’re not sure. Time seems to stand still
and fly by at the same time. During this time, its content has largely been
made up of my work and of Mladen Škot’s, who writes like half the total reviews
himself at this point. At this point in our journalistic/blogging careers, nigh
on 13 years on, it’s beginning to feel like we’ve sort of become the Nocturno
Culto and Fenriz of online metal zines. You can figure out who’s who. But I’m a
drummer and Mladen’s a guitarist, so that may help. We’re older, crustier, and
more opinionated than ever. And we’ve also heard tens of thousands of albums,
and metal albums in particular, over the past 30 or so years, so it takes a
little more to get us excited. I’m starting to lose where I’m going with this
(you know, being a fuck-it-all oldster), but I think the point is that
Maelstrom has always been me and a beloved staff, but it’s increasingly become
me and Mladen, and if one of us wants to stop, it would be like Darkthrone
continuing without Gylve or Ted. It wouldn’t.
It’s Mladen and me and what’s left of a beloved staff, which
makes the remainers even more beloved. Avi Shaked, who’s been on board
incredibly since issue #8, back in April of 2002, and Chaim Drishner, who’s
always been the crustiest, grumpiest bastard since day one, and perhaps our
role-model when it comes to such things.
We’re going to see if getting new writers is like getting an
old dog to pep up by bringing home a puppy, although the guy we just brought on
board, our friend Monte Cimino, has been geeking out over music at least as
long as we have. Maybe he can turn into our Zephyrous. Sort of.
Here’s issue #73. One hundred and twenty-one reviews and two
interviews, with post-black metal one-man band weirdo Book of Sand and dark
folk leaders Tenhi.
Damn, it looks like it’s going to be one issue of Maelstrom
this year. It might be that way forever, or until it reaches zero issues a