The summer before i entered high school i was all about heavy metal. I had only been listening to it for a year or two but i was newly grown armpit hair deep into at this point. My close circle of friends were all hessers too and every so often one of them would show up with a new metal album to show off. This was before the internet and before metal got any serious media coverage so basically you would go to a record store (the Cavages record store at the McKinley Mall had a sick "metal" section back then) and roll the dice on some record that had a sick band logo and cover art. I did just that on this #destruction record. At the time i didn't know that "german thrash" was a thing unto itself. I just knew the logo was cool and the record cover (a skull being blown apart by a mushroom cloud explosion) seemed like something i wanted to listen to. Disposable income wasn't a thing for me then, in fact it would take me two weeks of allowance to buy one record (That's 2 lawns mowed, 14 days of dishes and garbage taken out twice). So these records were very valuable to me. I wanted to love them after all the effort of obtaining them (begging a ride to the mall took almost as much effort as getting the money) i loved this record right away. Mean and gritty thrash metal. I was psyched to share it with my buddies. Not a single one of them gave a shit. My sweat equity demanded i like this album and constantly try to defend it and sneak a tape of it into the boom box in the field where we drank warm stolen beers on a weathered garbage picked sofa. It would always get ejected before it got to the fifth song "bestial invasion". That song being the coup de grace of the whole album. I mean how many fucking times did we have to listen to "ride the lightning "? I put that song on a playlist at the tattoo shop and it still roundly gets ignored. It still sounds worth the effort to me. \m/
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