Death… is a new beginning.

Back into the maelstrom, back into the fray, once more into the breach, to stare unflinching into Death’s gaping maw!  How could I return from the endless incarnadine seas to once again yakkety-yak about death metal? It didn’t take much. Muxlow dug my corpse out of the earthen grave (!), kicked it in the ass and I was ready as ever.

I was very interested when death metal began to appear on the scene, back in the late 1980’s. I was a slavering Slayer fanboy but the true underground had shifted to this wicked sounding metal that upped the ante in every conceivable way. Crazier vocals. Guitars tuned so low the strings were flapping like fat asses in a wind tunnel. Add a fascination with all things decayed, rotten and dead, and I was all in.

Clearly I’m not the only one worshiping at the altar of the old school, which makes me feel sticky all over.

Let the good times roll!