Unholy Three: Thrash Edition
SUICIDAL TENDENCIES: HOW WILL I LAUGH TOMORROW WHEN I CAN’T EVEN SMILE TODAY (Epic records). Their greatest album, and by far my favorite thrash record. The addition of guitarist Mike Clark elevated ST beyond the skate-punk competition into something else entirely: the hardest, smartest band ever to inspire slam dancing. The title track is simply one of the finest metal songs ever written. “Sorry?!” is another classic, the perfect ST fusion of raw emotion with punishing hardcore. And I’d argue that the album itself has been totally ignored as a founding piece of melodic metal. What the hell do those Nordic-screamers have on Cyco Mike Muir, anyway? And think about the amazing harmonies and beautiful quiet moments in Starkweather, Overcast, and Shadows Fall: pure Muir.
SLAYER: REIGN IN BLOOD (Def Jam records). Finding something original to say about this masterpiece is like voicing a new compliment for Citizen Kane. The thing is just massive, a sonic beatdown equivalent to getting on Sonny Liston’s bad side. I saw Slayer open one night in Tampa with “Raining Blood.” Everybody heard the rain effects first, upon which a collective “oh shit” was uttered. Then Paul Bostaph hit those unholy three notes and it was on. Talk about a mosh pit, it was the biggest fistfight I’ve ever seen (I actually have a recurring shoulder injury I date from that show). Among my cherished memories was the site of the metalheads finally standing up to the neo-Nazis (who mostly took over the floor during Biohazard’s opening set). Typically, it was the hardcore kids versus the skinheads, with metal on the sidelines, but that night the longhaired crowd carried their own weight. It was a site. Anyway, just hit play on this one.
MEGADETH: RUST IN PEACE (Capitol records). Again, the band’s greatest, by miles and miles. “Hanger 18” combines the speed of classic hardcore with the precision and intricacy of the finest symphony orchestra. And those alien conspiracy lyrics, hell, they’re better than the final few seasons of the X-Files combined. I think this is the one album where Dave Mustaine just stopped brooding over Metallica and did his own thing. Every track is a masterpiece: fast as hell, ridiculously complex, sneering, aggressive, concussive. I love everything about Master of Puppets, and I think "To Live is To Die” is one of the greats, but I’m afraid I have to say that Mustaine topped his old boys with this one.