If an American Dream still exists that doesn’t involve the slow and steady race towards fascist totalitarianism, unchecked corporate welfare, the 99 percent getting fucked like a first-day porn star by the powers that be, police state heavy-handedness, mass ignorance veiled as exceptionalism and widening political and societal divisiveness, then Vladislav Bârladeanu is living that example. Originally hailing from Târgu Mureş, Romania, the man affectionately known to friends, family and illicit substance peddlers the world over as Vlad the Inhaler, kicked his Persekutor black metal project into life back in the mid-‘00s with the help of a local guitarist, a drum machine and an unhealthy obsession with drug abuse and cold weather. Those (pill) salad days bequeathed the impossible-to-find, ha...
