When young metal nerds got a hold of lyrics like,“hexagonal bolts to fill my mouth, sharpened to deplete the creator of all violence” back in 1998, it was only a hop, skip and a jump to Decapitated’s existentialist assertion that “the great fractal of existence sinks into itself,” and to Gojira’s plea for us to save the whales. As it is with djent, death metal’s petulant, illegitimate daughter, Meshuggah galvanized what is now a predominant trend. Ever since Carcass showed up from across the pond and started using fancy-pants, tongue-twisting, anatomically correct clinical jargon – in intellectual contrast with Cannibal Corpse songs like “Entrails Ripped From a Virgin’s Cunt” – the lyrics of the average death metal band have only grown more and more esoteric and thematically ambitious. Heavy metal lyricists seem to have lost interest in good ol’ fashioned murder too – apparently screaming bloody gore doesn’t cut it anymore. Aside from period pieces like Holy Grail and Mantic Ritual, the days of minotaurs and maidens are long gone, merely added to the list of fondly remembered metal clichés. Dragons? Vikings? The devil? Come on man, no one writes about that anymore.
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