Psychedelic black metal priests host a shamanistic uprising
TAKE ONE LOOK at STURLE DAGSLAND and you know you’ve got a batshit insane evening ahead of you. He’s wearing a velvet shirt, short shorts and tights. He also moves so erratically that it’s like every step is on Lego bricks. Yet, he’s somehow even weirder on the ears. Gracing the Underworld with just one backing musician, the Norwegian singer’s MO is to howl, beatbox and whistle nonsensically over bongos and looping beats.