I’d make fun of him by comparing him to Negishi, saying that he probably just wants to be a Swedish pop star, but every promotional image just has this air of seriousness that would make their dorky nature absolutely adorable if not for the uncomfortable ideals they were trying to promote.
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He’s a believer in the Zionist conspiracy, he loathes everybody that’s not a straight Slavic heathen, and he scampers around forests in full battle armor, scowling at everything that dares to be different from him. Rob Darken is many things in life, when he’s not posing awkwardly in full medieval armor behind girls in a wooden tub, his unhealthy levels of lunacy on full display. And it’s every bit as ridiculous as it sounds. Ladies and gentlemen, I present the one and only Rob Darken, full-time nutjob and mastermind behind the Polish band Graveland, which similarly preaches racial purity with a spotty grasp on English, and apparently draws a good portion of inspiration from Conan the Barbarian. I’ve been asking a question related to that for a very long time, ever since I first saw DMC over a year ago: What would happen if there was a real Krauser? Not just on stage, but what if somebody completely believed and tried to live up to the precedent that they set while performing, while being so over the top and lacking any kind of subtlety? Would the person at least not have racist ideals or conspiracy theories? Not too long ago, the closest answer came to me in a form that I couldn’t have anticipated: A self proclaimed national socialist heathen (but not Nazi because they weren’t Slavic) with an inexplicable obsession with the 1980 Conan the Barbarian film and a spotty grasp on English. But somehow people do live up to whatever zany ideals they spout on stage, or at least attempt to, and they end up more ridiculous and campy than Detroit Metal City itself could ever be for it. Especially in heavy metal, the personas tend to be so eccentric that imagining them functioning in the real world is almost impossible after all, it would be disquieting if the more shock-oriented artists lived their messages of disemboweling and setting every person that they see on fire. Yet, there are actually people that live and breathe their personas, to the point that it defines everything about them.
The show records his descent from reluctant poster-child of Japanese underground metal to somebody resigned to keep his mantle, and it’s fucking hilarious all the way down.ĭetroit Metal City has a powerful message about how people aren’t always how they seem, especially musicians. And yet, because of expectations and growing notoriety, he’s stuck assuming the same crude and clownishly dark persona time and time again if he ever gave up the mask and resumed his ordinary life, he would be letting dozens, if not hundreds of people down. He often states that he doesn’t want to be Krauser, that he wants to strike out on his own path doing what he loves, which is singing nauseatingly cheesy pop songs about cheese tarts. As Negishi is Krauser, he’s expected to be in role at all times, even though he despises his alter-ego. Even factoring in what I’m about to mention, nothing beats the rape of Tokyo Tower.Īmong the frequent and hard-hitting comedy, there’s also a very subtle yet pervasive message about facades, masks, and doing what’s expected of your profession or group. It’s not just the comedy that’s spot on though, even if it’s easily the series’ strongest point. Hell, it’s one of the few that I show to non-anime fans, and it has universal approval from every single one of them that have seen it. I don’t think it’ll come as a surprise to anybody that’s seen Detroit Metal City that it’s one of my favorite anime series.
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