This is suffokate. My friend Melissa's son Taylor is the rhythm guitar player in this band. I think the genre is called death metal but may be wrong. Speed metal? Retard metal? Taylor went to chef's school at CIA and was a very promising cook but is following the musician's dream instead.
A behavioral psychologist would have a field day with the action in the mosh pit. The flailing arms and legs are a definite sign that personal intimacy is highly discouraged. This is the second or third lead vocalist. I knew Jared, who was the first and liked to crash on the couch and raid the refrigerator.
All of the singers seem to have taken their cues from the same klingon voice coach. The whole deal reminds me of Hitler Youth on megadoses of ritalin. Lullaby music for Ragnarok.
To think that Taylor and his brother were weaned on the lovely and melodious offerings of the Grateful Dead. Is this how you treat your parents?
I have watched a couple of their videos and notice a paucity of females in the audience. Maybe the girls have a harder time hanging with the tourette's syndrome guys in their autistic windmill dance. Or all the overt testosterone is shading deep seated male... well, we won't go there.
Read today about the death metal kid who took it a little to far and started do his own Freddie Kruger impressions, but for real.