Desekration attained elite status when they released Infernö , a genre-defining meditation on the black death that ends with fifteen minutes of keyboards.
Hard-working guitarist David Fosberg helped make the album into a masterwork for the ages. With speed and skill, he played all the best riffs he could steal.
But it didn’t matter.
Desekration ditched him. Replaced David with someone less normal … and more evil.
Now alone in Belgium, his ultralimited money slipping away one Trappist ale at a time, David faces a cold and friendless winter.
Stuck in a bandless limbo, David can’t shake the feeling—something more than a feeling—that he should stop listening to metal. And move on with his life.