And while you're wreaking more havoc than Beavis & Butthead could in their wettest dreams you should be listening to the latest extremes and final word in heavy metal, Cannibal Corpse and Faxed Head. Groups that personify the coming millennium as simply and eloquently as the Final Revelation itself. With Profound words, such as CC's "My intention is to mutilate them / People are screaming it feeds my hate / Hack through the crowd blood is splashing on my face," To Head's "Jesus, having sex with you is never scary / But please don't make me do it with Joseph and Mary!" these groups are the epitome of "the horror."
Yet each has its own slant on what should be done when the bomb falls and the natural disasters strike. Cannibal Corpse are obsessed with urban slaughter, and the raping and pillaging that will be a necessity in the struggle for post fall-out subsistence (nachos, beer, gum, and guns). While Faxed head, who are natives of Coalinga (a gray town located near the Southern end of California's farm belt-- much like romantic Montana) take the reclusive, hang-out-in-the-bomb-shelter-send-the-bomb-in-the-mail-approach.
Cannibal Corpse's latest album Vile is as frightening a vision of the future as it is a fun and witty commentary on the present. As in Bloodlands, about the gritty glamour of rugged individualism in the 21st century. "Savagely cruel, barren expanse, the atmosphere, a caustic fog / Hands of the dead are pulling me downward / Drowning in this river / Intestines are alive, like tentacles they choke." While in Orgasm Through Torture, Cannibal Corpse express that "I Can't Get No Satisfaction" Rock N' Roll feeling, and add to it a 90's spin. "Strapped to a table, naked, genitals exposed / eyes clamped open, mouth gagged shut, terrified / Locks my scrotum in a vice and tightens forcefully / Agony, silent screams, want to die."
No other art form is as musically intense as Heavy Metal, and while neither of these bands has the riff-writing ability of a Metallica or an Anthrax they compensate with their relentless bludgeoning of their instruments and unflagging integrity. And for you wimps who like pop songs with catchy tunes, let's get one thing straight: integrity is more important than talent. So before the bomb drops stock up on nachos, guns, gum, batteries for your CD player, and your Cannibal Corpse and Faxed Head albums. And you will be ready to, as CC says, "Stab, hack, slash, kill, stab, hack, slash, kill ..."