Sunday, August 21, 2016

Death "scream bloody gore"

From the slap-your-forehead-can't-believe-noone-thought-of-this-before band moniker to the incredible Ed Repka album cover this was an album no metal head passed over. The debut "scream bloody gore" by #death is a feast of hesher delights.  It was released in 1987 on the heels of the Greatest Metal Year.  I had been enjoying the birth and perfection of thrash metal and my new found love of skate punk and hardcore, while we were very close to the birth of Death Metal this release was harbinger of what was to come.
I was lucky enough to have been paying attention to all this music at the time. I was still occasionally hanging with my old guard of headbanger friends cruising for pot and drinking in fields and was spending more time with my punk crew of friends skateboarding and drinking on drainage embankments.  Both groups loved hard fast music and I could personally cross pollinate the friends with the music of the dudes they'd never met.  I remember on this trip to a record store with my metal comrades I showed the other two guys this cassette and we all bought a copy unheard  (one of my friends bought the vinyl and if he still has that pressing should visit ebay).  We played it in the car on the drive back to our neighborhood and by the second track "zombie ritual" we were all exalting the album's virtues.
I thought with the tempos and frantic guitar my skateboarding brethren would really enjoy this tape as well but they were all turned off by the vocals, which kind of puzzles me to this day because they weren't melodramatic in an operatic way or any sort of gutteral grunt. The vocals were in fact not unlike a bunch of the crossover hardcore bands at the time (corrosion of conformity comes to mind).  It's when I began to realise  (and parade) that my musical tastes transcended social lines.  I felt it a shame that they would be bigoted to cool music just because of a clique mentality, but at the same time I relished in new music of all sorts (I was big into dire straits and Bruce Springsteen at this time too but those are other stories).  My path to obsessive collector was already paved.
If the horse you lead to water isn't drinking then just put headphones on

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