Bronze Age Mindset: A Review from the Vitalist Right
There’s no real way to understand the world of the online New Right — and especially its younger, more physical, more myth-hungry wing — without confronting Bronze Age Mindset. BAP’s infamous meme-soaked manifesto isn’t just a book. It’s a signal flare.
A message in a bottle thrown from the gym floor, from the shadows of a dying civilisation, from a man who smells the rot and laughs.
It’s not easy to review, It’s purposely misshapen. The grammar flails and the references — Homer, Xenophon, Nietzsche, evolution, Pepe the Frog — are scattered like shotgun blasts. At first glance one could even make it out to be a parody and maybe part of it is. But underneath the irony is a very serious and very dangerous hunger: a hunger for life, for beauty, for domination and For vitality.
This is not a review in the academic sense. This is a reckoning.
I. The Voice
Let’s start with the form: BAP writes in broken English and not because he can’t do better — no — the brokenness is part of the character. There’s a kind of madness in the syntax that mirrors the madness he’s describing. It took me twenty pages to stop resisting, but once I stopped expecting something “proper,” I started to feel the rhythm of it. I had just finished reading Evola, so the contrast was violent. Evola writes with icy metaphysical discipline, while BAP is fire and smoke. But in its own way, Bronze Age Mindset is just as important.
To the average reader it reads like a shitposter trying to sound like Nietzsche. But to anyone who’s lived online who’s seen how irony and sincerity melt into one it makes perfect sense.
It’s the voice of a man who knows he’ll be dismissed, and so he leans into it. A jester mask worn by a war prophet.
This kind of voice has become the voice of a certain corner of the internet: ironic, mythic, full of obscure references and gym rage. But BAP didn’t just speak it, he codified it.
II. The Content
What is Bronze Age Mindset about?
Nominally: evolution, ancient Greece, male excellence, the decline of civilization, the worship of beauty and strength.
Really: it’s about the death of life-force in the West. The slow, sterile collapse of something once noble. The rise of the bugman, the managerial caste, the neutered elite, he cowardice that passes for morality and the call to revolt — not through voting or complaining — but through becoming beautiful, dangerous, and untouchable.
BAP points to the ancient Bronze Age heroes, to the pirate and the conqueror, as archetypes. Not just as symbols, but as the last real men. Men who didn’t wait to be told they could be free — they took it.
But BAP believes the heroic spirit isn’t dead. It’s asleep and being done so intentionally. Every structure of modern life is engineered to distract, to sedate, to castrate. BAP’s book is a trumpet blast for those who still feel something stirring beneath their skin.
His villains are easy to recognize: the bureaucrat, the schoolteacher, the soy-soaked man who thinks rules make a world. BAP’s world is ruled by force, not permission.
You may not agree and that’s fine but you can’t ignore the clarity of the framing.
III. The Philosophy
This is where it gets serious.
Underneath the shitposting is a deep philosophical lineage. BAP doesn’t cite Evola much (maybe purposefully) but the influence is there. And Nietzsche is everywhere. His framing of slave vs. master morality, the will to power, the rejection of modernity’s comfort obsession, it all runs through BAP’s writing.
But BAP adds something more embodied. More physical. He doesn’t just want ideas to revolt. He wants your body to revolt.
The gym is more than fitness, it’s resistance training against entropy. It’s temple, fortress, and proving ground. In a world of surrender, lifting is warfare.
That’s why BAP’s followers post shirtless mirror selfies next to Homer quotes. It’s not cringe. It’s a new metaphysics.
“We are not meant to be domesticated.” That line could be the book’s thesis.
BAP sees the modern world as an insult to the bloodline of heroes. We are not descended from office clerks and middle managers. We are the sons of warriors, conquerors, pirates, temple-builders. Somewhere in your body, if you listen carefully, you can still hear the echo of bronze.
This neither LARP, nor is it nostalgia: It’s a spiritual memory. And for thousands of young men today, that memory is starting to awaken. They feel it in the gym, in the rejection of cheap sex and soy-fed softness, in their longing for structure, hierarchy, danger, and meaning.
The world says: “Be kind. Be soft. Be safe.”
BAP says: “No.”
IV. The Vice Question
Not all of it lands.
The descent into the inferno: the clubs, the prostitutes, the grime,… is meant to be part of the mythic journey. But it feels indulgent and risks losing the thread. The ancient heroes also knew when to leave the underworld.
And for those who see BAP as a new-age Evola, this part is jarring. Evola preached ascent, purity, tradition. BAP dives into chaos, perhaps too eagerly.
Still he comes back out swinging. And perhaps that’s the point: he stares into the modern abyss, lives inside it, and still refuses to bow.
V. What It Means
Bronze Age Mindset is not a policy book. It’s a vibe bomb. A weaponized energy source for a certain kind of man: disaffected, intelligent, physical, alienated, hungry.
It offers no clear path only ideas… And it’s not supposed to. It’s a call to arms, not a battle plan.
And in that way, it’s incredibly effective. You read it, and either you laugh it off or something in you wakes up. Something ancient. Something dangerous.
It reminds you that you are not a spreadsheet, not a demographic, not a managerial subject. You are an animal, a god, a pirate, a man.
VI. Final Thought
Is BAP the future of the Right? Not entirely.
But he is part of it and more than that: he’s the bridge between the old world and something new. A rite of passage for the young men who don’t see themselves in conservatives or liberals or centrists. Who smell death in the air and want to lift their way out.
If you’re building your own philosophy, your own ideal, your own archetype — you should read it. Not to copy it. To challenge it. To see what survives the fire.
BAP doesn’t offer solutions. What he does is offer pressure and pressure makes form.
Because he doesn’t offer perfect answers.
He offers the right questions.
Who are you? Why do you feel this unease, this pressure, this hatred of the modern world? Why does it feel like your soul is older than your body?
Bronze Age Mindset doesn’t give you comfort. It gives you flame and it might be messy, it might be flawed. But it’s alive — and that’s more than can be said for most things written today.
If Nietzsche is the twilight of the old gods, BAP is the torch under the rubble. You won’t agree with everything. You’re not meant to.
But if you read it, and something inside you stands up straighter, breathes deeper, clenches its fist?
Then maybe you’re part of what comes next.
Read it. Then lift. Then build. Then fight.
And remember: you are not meant to crawl. You are meant to stand. To carve. To conquer.
That is the Bronze Age Mindset.
Nicely said! What do you say? Where is your gaze? What do you hear? Can you feel Life Force? Tell me!