In My Darkest Hour
Obituary "The End Complete"
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In my younger days, I'm talking 7th to 10th grade, I was a straight up metal head. I used to wear torn jeans and Metallica t shirts and listen to the metal station that came on at night in Chicago. The station's call letters escape me now, but I do remember there was a DJ named Scott Loftus because once I called up and won concert tickets. The tickets were to a ZZ Top concert though, so I never claimed them.
This mystery station ran the gambit of hard rock to metal. This means they would play everything from Enuff Z'Nuff to Morbid Angel. I never got into the Sunset Stripish hard rock bands. No, the heavier the better for me. Megadeth, Slayer and Metallica were my favorites, as well as death metal bands like Death and Obituary. You need stuff like this to listen to when you're young. You have so much confusion and aggression that sometimes you just need to pound it out.
Obituary's "The End Complete" was one of the first death metal songs I fell in love with. At times on their album (of the same name) the music would slow down like they were driving a really heavy truck up a steep hill. Then the truck would reach the peak and come racing down the other side of the hill faster than ever before. I've actually experienced that first hand in the Rocky Mountains, except instead of a truck it was a Toyota Corolla. My brother told me he saw some metal band once that just played real slow dirging songs. When somebody yelled out "Play faster!" they replied "We can't! We're not that good!".
I still have an affinity for heavy metal, but I just don't pay much attention to it anymore. It seems like i'm not hearing anything new anymore (with the exception of Mastodon). So turn up "The End Complete" and harken back to a simpler time, a time when I would sit alone in my basement writing down the names of bands I heard on the radio and then desparately trying to find them at the record store in the mall. Basically the days before the internets existed.