Once upon a time, before irony became a lifestyle and “extreme” was reduced to a marketing term, there was Unlimited Hate — the sound of total disdain given form. Originally vomited into existence by Joyless, this album didn’t care about your feelings, your subgenres, or your “true” credentials. It was the soundtrack to apathy, a sarcastic hymn to the crumbling self-importance of the metal scene — and now it’s back, on glorious vinyl, because even nihilism deserves analog warmth. Reissued by ATMF, Unlimited Hate stands today as a prophetic sneer — a piece that foreshadowed the self-consuming absurdity of a scene now obsessed with posturing, hashtags, and retro patches. Before Lifelover turned despair into poetry, Joyless already spat on the altar of meaning and laughed at the corpse of sincerity. The cover says it all:A toilet bowl in the middle of a Scandinavian wasteland — porcelain purity amidst frost and emptiness. No symbolism could be more perfect. A monument to human mediocrity, frozen in time, staring into the abyss of its own excuses. This isn’t nostalgia. This is provocation.A reminder that Joyless didn’t just play black metal — they mocked its very essence, dissected its pretensions, and left a steaming gift in the sacred temple of “serious art.” So here it is again — Unlimited Hate, the record that predicted our collective collapse into parody. A nail in God’s heart.A masterpiece of indifference.A mirror showing us all: the joke has always been on us.
