By Jim Schutze
By Rachel Watts
By Lauren Drewes Daniels
By Anna Merlan
By Lee Escobedo
By Alice Laussade
By Scott Reitz
Back From the Dead
Rigor Mortis were once "Condemned to Hell"--and irrelevance--but the Dallas metal legends have risen
By 1991, Rigor Mortis was through. The Dallas band didn't just part ways--after signing with Capitol Records only five years before, they were booted off the popular music radar, along with most of their metal peers, by the grunge era. Members moved on to notable bands--lead guitarist Mike Scaccia would tear things up in Ministry and bassist Casey Orr joined famed hard-hitters like GWAR, the Hellions and the Burden Brothers--but after almost 15 years, RM reunites in the very same building that their career essentially began.
The Theatre Gallery (now the Galaxy Club) was just a ragtag art gallery in 1986, tucked in a desolate warehouse district called Deep Ellum. The Dallas death metal band had no idea what to expect from the venue at the time, as it wasn't a typical metal spot, and the few hard rock clubs elsewhere in Dallas often insisted that bands play rote covers of hit rock songs. In fact, Rigor Mortis' cross-town rival at the time, Pantera, regularly covered everyone from Aerosmith to ZZ Top.
But the band gave originals a shot at this new venue, the very same building where the New Bohemians, Rev. Horton Heat and the Buck Pets had played, and that dicey move to distance themselves from Dallas' metal scene proved to be their major-label ticket out of town. Rachel Matthews, VP of A&R at Capitol, was in the crowd that night and offered a record deal on the spot. Within a year, the band opened for acts like Megadeth and Death Angel and rode the mainstream metal momentum built by Slayer's Reign of Blood in 1987, yet the sudden rise didn't result in any Behind the Music-style meltdowns.
"All of that stuff happened really fast," Orr says. "We had been kind of isolationists, just keeping to ourselves, rehearsing and writing almost every day, not really aware of how the industry worked beyond what we were doing already. Then Michael Alago, the A&R guy from Elektra who signed Metallica, came to town one weekend and gave us a crash course on how the business worked. He took the time to give us the right kind of advice, to tell us the things we needed to know to see past just being a local band."
RM survived with this advice, along with a willingness to reach beyond their chosen genre thanks to influences like Swans, Skinny Puppy and even Jane's Addiction. These steps outside the meat-and-potatoes of metal have laid a foundation for a reunion--and a possible new album next year--as their unique musical attack still resonates with fans old and new so many years later.
"I can't believe the response we've been getting from people on the Internet," singer Bruce Corbitt says. "I get messages from kids who weren't even born when the first album came out."
Take that, Candlebox. --Jeff Liles
How Black, Exactly?
Prepare for an onslaught of pale, God-hating goths at Glen Danzig's ultra-heavy festival
Glenn Danzig's "Blackest of the Black Tour" isn't your uncle's fist-pumping metal festival. There'll be no tepid reunions, no MTV-approved Ozzy rallies--these bands lean to the extremely obsidian side of the punishing genre with no apologies offered or prisoners taken. But talk is cheap: What's the real difference between, say, the leathery melody of Judas Priest or the fairly adorable debauchery of Mötley Crüe and thrashy bands on "Blackest" like Himsa, The Agony Scene and Chimaira? Without the aid of ears, we present some lyrics that might be heard on Wednesday for a perspective barometer.
Chimaira, "Left for Dead": "You act like we're blind, deaf and dumb/Betrayal has now left us numb." Cleveland's a tough town, and Chimaira's mixture of hardcore and electronics backs up their hometown's rep. Besides, you can't rhyme "numb" and "dumb" without being hard. They're kind of like Staind in that respect, only with more references to mouthfuls of vomit.
Behemoth, "Demigod": "Come forth--join ye arsenals of blasphemy/Follow the one who spurred Roman warring legions." Though harder to pin down thanks to a liberal sprinkling of Middle Ages grammar and a shortage of choruses, Poland's Behemoth is the sort of death metal that refuses to slow down to explain cryptic allusions to ancient gods. Jupiter rewards thee for it.
Mortiis, "Monolith": "I just want to flee/ The god I used to be/ Fill me no more with glee." If that reads awkwardly, wait until you see him. Mortiis is sure to be the most goth of all Grand Prairie visions, as he typically outfits himself in sinister gnome makeup and garb. And yes, that means a codpiece...if we're lucky.
Himsa, "Kiss or Kill": Ummm...something about sorrow and screams. This is bile-covered metalcore with croaked Cookie Monster-style vocals, so it's more about intent than delivery. "C" ain't for "cookie," though.
And then there's the main event himself, Danzig. A punk legend with The Misfits and a metal messiah with Samhain, Glenn's solo projects identify just as much with murky, bluesy hard rock as outright inferno-raising. The Napoleonic frontman has threatened to scale back his touring in the future, so catch the Henry Rollins of the 10-sided dice sect while you can.
After all, he seems to say it most succinctly in "Skincarver": "All the world will die/All the world will die/Ripped and skinned alive/All the world will die."
Not exactly "Crazy Train," is it? --Matt Hursh
To help hurricane victims, Samantha Noss put down her guitar and picked up hundreds of leashes
"Predominately, my world is rock and roll/scenester/whatever stuff," jetscreamer guitarist Samantha Moss says. "That doesn't necessarily blend very well with being on your hands and knees and cleaning out shit from a cage."
But after Hurricane Katrina, that changed for the Denton blues rocker. While others were clicking "Donate" on Web sites and dropping old T-shirts in collection bins, Moss took off of work, rented a car and started driving east until she reached the Lamar-Dixon Expo Center in Gonzales, Louisiana, where rescued animals from New Orleans were being housed. "I wanted to help people," she says. "I wanted to do anything I could, and I've always loved animals." So she helped Katrina victims by caring for their critters--cleaning cages, refilling food and water bowls and walking dogs all hours of the day for five days straight. She and other volunteers slept on cots in one of the center's barns with a couple hundred pets and piddling rations such as cans of Beanee Weenee and crackers. Hot food, cool air and showers were rarities.
Moss has since returned to Denton, and the readjustment's been hard. "From now on, this is as much my life as music is," she says. "I can do both. But those worlds are so far apart, and it's figuring how to do it." She'd even considered canceling jetscreamer's New Music Festival set last month, knowing that the 100 bucks the band would spend on gas, parking, food and drinks was almost half the cost of returning to Lamar-Dixon. She insists she will eventually go back, but for now Moss is recruiting others to help by collecting money ("Buy Schlitz instead of Shiner for a week," she says) and fostering pets from the SPCA (she plans to adopt a Lamar-Dixon pit bull she calls Belle). She also posted journals and photos from the trip online (jetscreamertx.com/secretsam) to show others that making a difference is easier than they might think. "There are a lot of people who are wringing their hands and saying, 'I want to help,'" she says. "Well, quit saying that and go do something." --Shannon Sutlief