Posts tagged: thrash
Saturday May 7th, 2011:
A WHITE SHIRT!
I KNOW! What’s going on?
This is a Testament shirt, who for my money were one of the few truly top-notch thrash groups going.
I got this during a show at the much-missed Astoria theatre in Old London town. The band’s brobdingnagian frontman Chuck Billy had recently got over cancer.
I say got over, he’d actually beaten it to death with it’s own shoes. Look at the picture of Chuck above. This pic was taken one month after Chuck had chemo.
He’s a f**king monster, he really is.
Anyway, all I know is, it was a good show, and afterwards we all went to the club that features in the Prodigy’s Smack My BitchUp video.Something happened to apply a brown stain to the shirt which I’ve never been able to remove.
Here’s some soothing night music:
Tuesday May 3rd, 2011:
yeah yeah I know, I sure am a suave muthaflippa aren’t I? How could any lady resist a bright orange Seps shirt with the sleeves ripped off? It’s no wonder I have to fight girls off on a daily basis.
To be fair this started life as a proper shirt, but I had it on at Donnington in about 1993, and it was well over 100 degrees that day.
Luckily there was a nice girl on one of the cigarette trucks who lent us some scissors so that we could adapt our clothes to the weather, and spend the rest of the day laughing at Marylyn Manson fans with heat exhaustion. The bloody fools -take off your trenchcoats!
Erm, so Sepultura… well, they weren’t ever really my fave band, but they were allright for about five minutes in 1990, and created possibly the biggest traditional (read dancing, not fighting) mosh pit I’ve ever seen.
Destroy ‘em all!:
Tuesday 26th April, 2011: On my command…
Wow! Just look at me in these pictures! I really am unleashing hell aren’t I? I’m an unstoppable font of all-consuming rage.
Ahem. veterans of the ‘rungagudada rungagadudu, every song sounds the same’ school of death metal, Unleashed are still teh awsumz in my book, and way more stoopidly fun than Amon Amarth.
According to their Youtube reviews they are “A band that kicks a lot of asses -not just one!!”
I have no idea what that means, but here they are doing their thing. Again and again and again. Bless ‘em:
Sunday April 24th, 2011:
Ah Frost, you miserable, miserable Scandinavian bastards you.
Yep, the sun is shining, I’ve spent most of the weekend dancing, so what better way to celebrate than sticking on ‘The Emperor’s Return’ and mulching about in my own existential despair for a few hours.
Of course, you never could quite tell if Celtic Frost got the joke or not, but hey, tom G. Warrior wears a funny little beany hat to hide his bald patch these days, so who am I to naysay him?
Anyway, I got this at a gig a while back, and I definitely wore it all weekend at the last Bloodstock festival. It almost definitely attracted Swedish girls in large numbers. Good work Frost!
Here’s a very long, very boring track from ‘Monotheist’.
Thursday April 21st, 2011.
Every year in August, a small village in Northern German with a few hundred residents finds itself playing host to 60,000+ deranged, drunken metalheads from all over the world.
Since it started back in the 90s, Wacken has grown to become the world’s biggest metal festival, and after Dynamo went tits-up in ‘99, it was my only choice for a summer vacation.
I got this after visiting the ‘black stage’, apparently the spooookiest stage of them all. I dunno, I have vague recollections of drinking mead from a horn at some point and eating shitty pizza, but it was a lot of fun. It has a picture of a cow skull on it… because the festival is in a field on a farm. WITH COWS! DO YOU SEE???
Ah, those kerazy Germans and their jokes…
HERE HOW IT HAPPEN:
Tuesday April 19th, 2011: All I wanna do is drink as much as I can…
Much of my life has been defined by booze. Whether I’m lying in my own sick in a bin, or lying in someone else’s sick in a bin, you can be fairly sure that hops have been involved at some point in the evening. I don’t care, me and beer go back a long way, and we had some fun times. Without beer, I’d have never
A: Met Ozzy osbourne
b: Made out with one of ‘Girls Aloud’
c: Fallen down an escalator at leicester Square Tube.
These things all made my life more interesting. And dangerous.
Anyway, contrary to popular belief, the Americans also take their beer quite seriously, with micro-breweries all over the shop putting out some particularly fine ales. Of course, I don’t care about any of that -if it’s yellow and fizzy and I can get it in me, that’s good enough. Which is why I didn’t buy this anywhere near Iowa. I found it on a film set in Hampshire. Still, it fits alright -if anyone knows the brewers, get them to send mesome free sample or something.
Here’s something boozy:
Sunday April 17th, 2011: Zombie Ritual
Nope, I’ve no idea what a ‘Zombie Ritual’ is either, but I can’t imagine the flesh on display would be any paler than mine is wearing this thing. Basically, if you are into metal you only get to wear one thing -black, but if it get’s too hot for comfort and you can’t buy ice cream cones, it ain’t no sin to cut off the sleeves and ponce about like a mid-80s hair rocker.
Death were actually a fantastic band, technically and lyrically rich, and far exceeding the utter ridiculousness implied by their first album ‘scream bloody gore’. (don’t believe me? Have a listen to this) Despite all that, this remains an very fast, very funny and very awesome summer album:
Saturday April 16th, 2011: I used to be in Carcass you know…
Not me, Mike Amott. He was in a bunch of good stuff back in the day, and to be honest Arch Enemy weren’t bad either, although they’ve gone well downhill since he started poking the singer.
Anyway, I remember bumping into him in a cellar bar in London after a gig (I think they were supporting Cradle of Filth, so I’d guess it was about 2004…) and bumming endless Beers off him. I also fell asleep with my face in some crisps, so not a bad night out.
Mike now insists on being called ‘Michael’, because he’s , you know, all mature n’ shit these days, as attested by his last album featuring songs called ‘i will live again’ and the tour shirts having ‘pure fucking metal’ written on them
Here’s what the kidz are listening to these days:
Friday April 15th, 2011: Alcoholocaust!
We’ve all got a Ramones shirt somewhere. Well, most of us have, whether we’ve ever heard their music or not. I bet you’ve probably got a pink one from Top Shop. You LOSER.
Weirdly, I don’t have a Ramones shirt. The closest I’ve got is this Gorerotted number, which I picked up in Manchester on the Alcoholocaust tour. I wasn’t going to buy a shirt, but it was a two day festival, and I woke up at some girls house about 30 miles outside the city. On the bus back, I may have accidentally almost puked all over myself. I Didn’t, but the shirt still smelt of bad breath and rotting Jagermeister, so I bought this as a replacement.
What’s not to like about a band featuring someone called ‘Fluffy’?
Wednesday April 13th, 2011
Once again, I’m messing with the very fabric of the universe today, by posting a shirt that I’m not actually wearing. The reason is simple enough -I spilt coffee on the bugger before I left the house today, facilitating a last-minute quick change into a thoroughly boring plain red tee.
This shirt however, is far more interesting.
For starters, I picked it up at a German festival in 2002, and when I bought it, it didn’t fit. I thought it was cool (and I was drunk), so I bought the last remaining shirt which was a medium.
At the time, I was unfortunately an extra-large myself, and while I’m still no beanpole, a rampant disregard for my own health whilst at college led to me dropping about 100 pounds in a year.
Huzzah -now I may have a weak heart, but at least all my clothes fit!
Anyway, the band is Darkane, B-list NWOSDM fiends with at least a couple of good tracks to their name. Here’s one of them:
