So that Sasha Frere-Jones column about Death Metal led me to the Oregon act Wolves in the Throne Room. I don’t know anything about this subculture other than some outrage at Eurovision maybe a decade ago when a Scandinavian monster-costumed group that looked like 1980s’ GWAR won the disco award or something? Vague television memories from living in the Balkans, mid-nineties. Whatever, this Wolves’ music here is majestic and hypnotic. I’ve been on a Philip Glass opera kick lately, when I’m not listening to medieval liturgical music or this weird Russian ambient station in iTunes Radio, and this fits right in there. The guys in Wolves in the Throne Room are organic farmers/eco-radical people who live and work in the forests of Oregon. I am buying their new record right now, because why not.