IN WHICH WE TATTOOED OUR FACE PAINT ON OUR FACE
Friday, February 3rd, 2012 at 5:00pm by Axl Rosenbergvia The Chive, in case the logo didn’t make that clear
Can someone please try the above but with metal? I don’t really care if it’s death metal or power metal or whatever, just make sure you film it and send it to me. Also, don’t get arrested. Thanks.
ANYWAY, here’s some shit we did this week:
- We debuted new music by Scale the Summit and Junior Bruce.
- We learned about the NBA from God Forbid’s Doc Coyle.
- We spoke to Alex Webster from Cannibal Corpse and Kris Norris from A Cancerous Affair.
- We checked out the latest album from Goatwhore, hardcore 7″s from Losin’ It, Appalachian Terror Unit, and Overlooked, and free releases from Autolatry, Yellow Eyes, Agartha, and Uvikra.
- We were surprised to learn that bands like this still exist.
- We were reminded that Juggalos are hilarious.
- We learned that Greg Puciato is dating the porn star Jenna Haze.
- We also learned that Bill Ward isn’t participating in the Black Sabbath reunion.
Okay, five o’clock! Time to punch out! Who’s got a joint?
-AR















The old cliché goes that genius is the very simple idea that, for whatever reason, no one has ever had before. Assuming that’s true, then Cannibal Corpse are the Albert Einsteins of metal. For these dudes were not, at the beginning, great musicians. They were just some kids from Buffalo who basically listened to thrash and said “We wanna do that, but make it even heavier and more evil-sounding.” And so they did. And simple though it seems (Tomb of the Mutilated might be considered quaint if it were released today) Cannibal Corpse – particularly the original line-up of vocalist Chris Barnes, bassist Alex Webster, drummer Paul Mazurkiewicz, and guitarists Jack Owen and Bob Rusay – are undeniably one of the most influential bands in all of metal history. They are one of the key creators of death metal as we know it. As though he felt the words to Slayer’s “Angel of Death” just weren’t violent enough, Barnes practically invented pure gore as lyrical fodder; he also reinvented his craft (if you can call making it sound like your lungs are having violent diarrhea a “craft”). Producer Scott Burns, who was basically the sixth member of the band for years, obviously deserves his share of the credit for their accomplishments, too. Basically, if you’ve ever enjoyed to pretty much any death metal song ever, you probably owe Cannibal Corpse a handjob.


