cry of the banshee wrote:
Thrash til' Deth wrote:
Doom vs. Thrash?
Thraaaaaaash!!!
Granted, I've never really delved that deep into doom, but I've always preferred the speedier side of metal in general. 80's Thrash is just the purest personification of what metal is and should always remain. Loud, fast, NWOBHM-inspired riff heavy music happily married to a working class, DIY ethic. Active pits abound (at least in the olden days), alcohol flows in rivers (hasn't changed) and no trendy hangers-on to be found anywhere (girlfriends are acceptable, but not encouraged). Whenever a curious young lad asks the immortal question of "what is real metal?", I will always refer him to Sepultura's 1991 Barcelona show. Sweet lord, what a gig that was.
cry of the banshee wrote:
Thrash is like the besotted violent hooligan of Metaldom
Sigh.
Early thrash, and early Teutonic thrash in particular is some of the best music out there, for sure.
I never got too much into the NWOTM.
It's true about "bringing your girlfriend". Chicks, especially when drinking, are nothing but trouble. Nothing worse than a drunken broad braying and falling down.
Most new school thrash bands are a bunch of middle class kids trying to be Exodus. Not that there's anything wrong with channeling Bonded By Blood, but a lot of these guys are a little too 'on the nose' with their look and sound. It feels more like a love letter to an old flame as opposed to a revitalization of the scene. Picture an entire legion of thrash-inspired Steel Panthers pounding Natty's in one hand and palm-muting to infinity in the other. Not terribly imaginative or inspiring. There has been some good stuff produced by the newbies, but they need to forge their own identities instead of emulating their heroes of yesteryear.
On the girlfriend front, there aren't many womenfolk that will ride out an entire gig without complaining about something (cherish those precious few that will!). Best to leave little missy at home while you go pound your chest for a few hours. Because, without fail, they will get tired and want to leave early. Without...fail. Now you can either miss the show that you've probably been waiting on for months (along with blowing your money on TWO tickets) or you can ride home with a mad woman who will likely be pissed at you for a minimum of two-three weeks. Ugh.