I remember listening to only Puddle of Mud, mainstream Metallica, KoRn, p.o.d, that sort of stuff, when I'd just started, around 16. I remember listening to bands like Cannibal Corpse or Six Feet Under or Morbid Angel and thinking "what the fk is the point of this ?! It's so dark and congested". And the blast beats sounded like the drummer was hitting cans on steroids in his shhitty garage in urban Florida.
I did always have a sort of fascination for death metal though, but just couldn't understand it. So I listened to the stuff that appealed explicitly and without filter to my ears. My ears like=I liked. Simple formula.
Eventually I started to mature and understand what all that crap was, and I was blown away with the new scope I'd found in my mind. I realized what was happening, and couldn't ask for anything more, but could never return to anything less, so to speak. The brutal intensity I got from Cannibal Corpse, the spiritual/divine aura of Morbid Angel, pure technicality with Suffocation...just way too much and I never wanted it to end.
Now I'm almost 28 and I've come a long way and yes I have my criticism towards death metal, but as cheesy as it sounds and downright comedic, it'll always have a large nest in my heart
On that note, I leave whomever read this with an
instrumental (I may have posted before already). Non-metal listeners, tell me this isn't some of the most explicit, artistically accomplished, thought-provoking and envelope-pushing stuff you've ever and will ever hear in your life: