There was an interview with BLACK FUNERAL's leader Baron von Abaddon in Pit magazine in 1995/6 that received countless yucks in our tour van. He said something about wanting his music to inspire someone to commit suicide and talked all kinds of trash about how evil he was and how much he loved Satan. Understandably, we wanted to know more about this mystical Satanic evil doing forest dweller, so when we passed through his hometown on tour we spent most of the evening asking everyone who would listen (and those who didn't care) where we could find The Baron. Not surprisingly, the denizens of Eviltown, USA (also known as Indianapolis) were not too forthcoming with information on The Baron's whereabouts, but near the end of the show a shy longhaired chap approached our merch table and said in a hushed voice: "I hear you're looking for The Baron." We whooped with excitement, but the fellow nervously quieted us down and started hesitantly sharing only after we swore to never reveal the source of such top secret information. Apparently, if memory serves, the Baron von Abaddon was (in 1996) a thirty-something fat white dude who lived in a trailer park with his mom, had shrines to both Hitler and Satan in his room, and worked the night shift at Pizza Hut (his mom drove him to work so he wouldn't have to walk through the scary black neighborhood). Perhaps the kid was talking out his ass, but he was legitimately spooked while telling us about The Baron, so we took his words as truth (also, this new image of Indiana's premier Satanic Black Metal purveyor was about to provide us with hours of entertainment in the van). I didn't hear BLACK FUNERAL until later in 1996, when I picked up this '94 demo cassette in Nagoya, Japan (go figure) for 200¥, and imagine my shock when I loved it. Lo-fi bleak and ethereal howling black metal that sounds like it just emerged from the frosty depths of the walk-in freezer at Pizza Hut.