Isolated and only communicating via video screen, like pale fugitives in the movies of Demolition Man or Total Recall, Sam Matlock and Milkie Way don’t mince their words: ”Fucking and reproducing is the only reason you exist as an organism to do anything,” and ”I don’t think there’s a big difference between a song about fucking someone and a song about killing someone, they are both extreme aspects of human nature”…well, you try putting these sentences into any context. One thing for certain, Heavy Metal never has and never will disappear. You can talk about the Beatles being bigger than Jesus but Metal is ruled by Satan himself and in every small town and suburb the hordes of frustrated youth may just be looking to these two to reflect their inner turmoil of confused and bubbling hormones. Big guitar riffs -CHECK, massive blast beats -CHECK, look good in a moshpit? – the list goes on to satisfy corporate rocks desire to monetise rebellion and tortured adolescence as Prodigy, Limp Bizkit and The Sex Pistols did before them.
“Someone with a good moral grasp of the situation should get out there and sort some of this shit out.”