Where most black metal revels in stories of fictional deities, benign and malignant, Spyhorelandet wallows in everyday themes. Like the cover art, the music contained therein contains the naked truth. When you peel back the skin, no matter how beautiful, what is left is the ugly personal histories each of us carries. Throughout Spyhorelandet, naked inhabitants of our world are quoted directly. For many of whom, defeat is their best and sometimes only asset.