In high school I loved anything that I thought would shock and freak my mom out. I was pretty naive. It never occurred to me that she had heard George Carlin or Richard Pryor. I had no idea she had smoked weed and had seen more gross shit as a nurse's aid than my beloved heavy metal bands could write about. Someone taped this #carnivore s/t album for me and upon hearing Peter Steele howl "I love to eat pussy!" I was sold on them (though in all fairness I didn't know exactly what that meant, I still had yet you find my stepfather's porno VHS stash). Later in the album he chants "god is dead!" And i nearly passed out from the glory of this album's perfection. At fourteen I was of the disposition that if you told dirty jokes AND were a blasphemer you were the highest art obtainable. Relistening to this stuff (much like s.o.d.) I'm a little ashamed of how much it's ignorance and chauvinism probably influenced my behavior back then and it's not a record i will be blasting for my kids (they need to discover this kind of stuff organically on their own so I can pretend to be concerned and they get their rebellious kicks) I will say if this record was released today I would absolutely HATE it. It's full of blind American centralism and bigotry that mirrors alot of what I hate about our society so it confuses me why I give this record a pass. Nostalgia may be one of the strongest forces of the human condition. And it kind of shows me that there can be maturing and reasoning to lead you away from the sentiments exposed on this disc. I did it. And not to get too broad but this thought gives me a glimmer of hope for our present political climate.
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