Death metal has infiltrated all the heavy genres by now. It's musical excesses have tainted them all and the genres name is known to anyone with a passing interest in hard rock even if they can't quite identify it's sound. Buffalo was a major hub in the burgeoning death metal work in the late '80s and early '90s. Those of us weened on the "new wave of British heavy metal" and thrash here got heavily into tape trading. Mailing and receiving dubbed cassettes of bands demos and albums that were mostly 5th generation and piss poor sound quality. It was a movement and I had a part in it. One of my biggest music collecting regrets is letting that box of tapes go.
Anyone from this scene will share similar stories: stealing your parents beer and watching a bootlegged copy of the "faces of death" vhs, burdening your boom boxes antenna with 5 lbs of aluminum foil trying to hear the Thursday metal show on buff state's grossly under powered college radio station and finding cannibal corpse's first demo. I love feeling superior to young metal and hardcore fans because of all of this.
#cannibalcorpse are the world's biggest death metal band. They came from here and this album contains my all time favorite death metal song "stripped, raped and strangled" as a note, I always thought I'd be the "cool" dad. I admit: I hide these discs from my kids. They are on the top shelf of my Wall out of little fingers reach. When I was organizing the collection my young son found the "tomb of the mutilated" cover (Google it) and I squirmed as he asked me about it. In some ways that made me adore death metal even more. It's not for everyone, it should not be. That exclusivity makes me all snobby warm inside my guts.
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