A brief history about satanic rock part 1

The first thing you need to know is that a true
Satanist will tell you that any group that puts
Satanic imagery on their album covers or in the
music is bogus. Every single one.
The other thing you need to know is that a true
Satanist will also tell you that all music is Satanic,
every single note.
Consequently, an article on Satanic rock is a tricky
proposition insofar as none of it is real; explicitly
Satanic rock like Venom is really no more Satanic
than The Carpenters. And the Carpenters are just
as Satanic as Venom.
However, there is a history to the appearance of
Satanic imagery and references in rock music. So
consider this an attempt to organize that history a
little.
Part I: The Blues
Robert Johnson
The Blues has always been the Devil's music.
Music that glorified drinking, womanizing,
gambling, dope, violence, and depravity, blues
was an easy target for ministers and pastors of
the South, who countered with sermons
forbidding the congregation to listen to it. Many
god-fearing churchgoers heeded this message,
establishing Gospel as the safer alternative. Even
some bluesmen were convinced; legendary blues
picker Gary Davis usually refused to play blues
after he was ordained as a reverend in 1937.
Ultimately, he relented just before his death and
recorded a historic session of blues (secular and
gospel) in 1971. He died soon after.
One of the most pervasive legends surrounding
the blues is that of legendary delta guitarist Robert
Johnson, often considered the first bluesman in
the chain that ultimately pointed towards the
development of rock 'n' roll. Johnson was an
acoustic player of the 1930's who died under
mysterious circumstances in 1938.
The legend went that Johnson, not blessed with
guitar talent when he first began playing
professionally, yearned for overnight success that
would put him in league with the other guitarists
on the circuit. One night, he heard a voice that
told him to visit the crossroads by Dockery's
plantation at midnight. There, he was met by a
large black man who apparently was the devil in
disguise. The big man took the guitar from
Johnson, tuned it, and returned it to him.
Johnson's improvement on his instrument was
swift and amazing (although historically, it took
him about a year to become great). He earned the
instant recognition of big name guitarists like Son
House, who championed his cause. However,
Johnson was tormented in his dreams by visions
of the devil, and hellhounds on his trail. In his
waking hours, Johnson played the role of
bluesman hero, chasing women, drinking,
behaving arrogantly. In 1938, during a show, he
was poisoned (possibly by a jealous husband of
a woman he had been putting moves on). The
poison had him foaming at the mouth and talking
babble, he died within days. His last words were
"I pray that my redeemer will come and take me
from my grave."