Transcendence.

The heaviest of riffs, pounding of drums, and deepest of death growls, there’s always been an inner calm brought on by the droning chaos. Interestingly, most of it very similar to that state of transcendence I have experienced while repetitively chanting during kirtan, or with aboriginal drumming during a sweat lodge or drumming circle. The concept is all the same, isn’t it? A repetitive and rhythmic beat (or chant), beckoning an altered state of being.

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