I once described Nattefrost as the Black Metal equivalent of Johnny Rotten, a figure of demented fun who at times seemingly only exists to piss off genre purists. It’s hard to see how that could be bettered, especially listening to the gleefully bonkers Terrorist – Nekronaut Part I, a follow-up to the previous years’ Blood And Vomit that took the joke too far for commentators of the time. There’s a reprobate waiting to be discovered in each of us, and for every listen that I give the latest boring Black Metal album hailed as sheer genius distilled into aural form – Wolves In The Throne Room are a very good example of yesterday’s headline act that have become today’s chip-wrappings – I must have spent at least three times as long with the various projects of Nattefrost. Why? They’re fun to listen to, hard to fall asleep to, and you’re guaranteed more headbangs per song than said previous ‘masterpieces’, despite their likely advantage in the song length department. Now it’s true that of his works, Carpathian Forest is much, much better than Nattefrost’s self-titled project, but hey, Carpathian Forest never wrote a song called Nattefrost Takes A Piss.

So assuming you are listening to this because you hanker after a bit of blood and vomit in your black metal, then Nattefrost does the job admirably. His first album was probably the greatest party album there is, and giving it another go before writing this album up, I was surprised both at how enjoyable it is still, and the bit where he throws up. Terrorist – Nekronaut Part I tries to outdo its illustrious parent with both vomiting and shitting of the most disturbing and disgusting variety, and a wearying sixteen-minute ordeal of a outro that features six minutes of nearly random noises muffled beneath a twisted fairground soundtrack, followed by ten minutes of silence. Plus, there’s a song called Preteen Deathfuck.

Those aside, it’s a pretty good set of punky black metal songs, opener Nekronaut (Cunt Cunt Gimme More) stomping in and easily outperforming anything on Darkthrone’s last three albums with an intensely catchy bit of fun complete with solo. From then on it’s a bit hit and miss, Black Metal Suicide (Claws Of Perdition) nearly as good but the album taking a strange turn with Hellcommander, which is fast-paced low-fi old-school black metal with a nicely disturbing atmosphere to it, almost capable of appearing on a Carpathian Forest album. The following Terrorist heads back to punkland, Market For Helvete gets even more low-fi... It’s that sort of thing which makes me wonder whether Nattefrost actually tried to write an album here, or if he just threw a bunch of leftovers into a pot. The man has black metal ability, let’s be clear about that, but there are times when he seems determined to wreck an otherwise decent album by splattering body fluids all over it. The wrong sort of body fluids, too!

Ultimately, whether or not you enjoy this will depend entirely on what sort of person you are. “Life is disgusting!” Natty retches on Primitive Death, and listening to this it’s hard to disagree. If black metal is supposed to push your face down in life’s dirt and make you breathe it in, then Terrorist – Nekronaut Part I certainly succeeds. It speaks volumes, to me at least, that the track I enjoy most is the ridiculous cleanly-sung Dinsadansdjeveldyrkaar! with guest spots from Vrangsinn and Dirge Rep, fitting in not at all with the album’s punk/black vibe but gloriously fun all the same. Fans of Carpathian Forest in a silly mood will appreciate most of it, more straight-laced types will frown at all but Hellcommander and Goat Worship, two tracks that reaffirm Nattefrost as a black metal artist par excellence. That these are buried amongst both literal and metaphysical sloppiness tells you all you need to know about the man, and the album.