On Death Metal

It’s quite possibly my favorite thing in the world. When properly articulated nothing compares to the feral majesty of this warped artform. I started off like a lot of American kids, with Metallica and Megadeth. It wasn’t long before I was checking out oldschool Sepultura, Obituary and Morbid Angel. From there it just kind of snowballed into an obsession.

I love all kinds of Metal, especially the old heavyweights like Iron Maiden, Motorhead (RIP), Mercyful Fate and what have you. However, something about the first time I ever heard Death Metal hooked me like nothing else ever had. I fell hard for the Florida bands in particular, like the aforementioned Obituary and Morbid Angel, Deicide,  Death, and Atheist. These bands blew me away in a way I had never experienced and are still very close to my heart.

On the one hand it’s like listening to a horror movie, or maybe something far more subtle or esoteric. Death Metal has many ways in which it invades the mind and tickles the imagination. It can inflame, attack and soothe the senses all at once. Autopsy, Carcass, Napalm Death, Sadistic Intent, Suffocation, Incantation, Nocturnus, Morpheus Descends and Monstrosity are just a few of the greats that come to mind when I think of proper execution of this twisted art.

Many of the well established classic bands are still active and kicking ass. Also, some of the newer bands are hungry and wicked as hell and doing the same. On an odd side note, former Morbid Angel bassist/throat David Vincent is now a country singer. Look up David Vincent ‘buyer beware’ on YouTube if you doubt me. He’s actually pretty good at it, odd as it may be.

I love going to shows. I’ve seen Morbid Angel, Hate Eternal, Koroidia, Slayer, Cannibal Corpse, Nile, Napalm Death, Obituary, DRI, Hypocrisy, Vile, Paths of Possession, Contorted, Exhumed, Voivod and a few others.

Part of the fun of shows is people watching. At least I think so. There are some pretty eccentric Metal people in this world. I’m one of them. But yes, I love and strongly adore Death Metal. The voice of the feral and the alienated. The transcendent beauty of exploration and the toe-curling rush of freedom permeate every facet of this strange music. It is unafraid and unflinchingly intense. It knocks your teeth out and kicks you in the gut as you attempt to pick them up. It inspires, incites and attacks one’s consciousness.

We are about death, but death is about life.