Thank you, Chuck

The problem with every genre (or subgenre) of music isn't initiated by those that created it, but the fools who ape the format to compensate for their own lack of creativity. Such is the case with 'Death Metal'. Originally it was played by those that wanted to explore a faster region of metal using bizzaro song structures and covering topics you'd hear in a horror B-movie. It wasn't long before the music was inundated with Satan worshippers and the truly psychotic that counted on songs about necrophilia to bring themselves unearned attention. Fuck, most of these 'acts' were forced to use a ton of guitar distortion to hide their innumerable playing mistakes.

None of this negative shit applies to Chuck Schuldiner and his band, Death, a instrumental force that were melodic as well as virtuosos on their chosen instrument. Even if you're "one of those" that do not like his growling into the microphone, you may still find satisfaction watching Chuck melt the guitar neck.

In 2001 Chuck's contributions to music came to a awful ending- he was cut down by cancer at age 34.



RIP my man.