Sigh is some pretty good J-metal too.
Okay, here's another fun tale I remembered.
Maryland Deathfest is the East Coast's premier extreme metal festival, and every year for the entirety of Memorial Day weekend the city of Baltimore finds itself overrun with metalheads, heshers, hipsters, and crust punks with hygiene habits that would make ADF look like Mr Clean. I've been going for the past five years and have had a blast every time. If you can afford tickets, hotel prices, and travel fare and like the bands on the lineup, make the trek out sometime. You won't regret it.
The fest proper doesn't start until Thursday, but there's usually some kind of an informal pre-party on Wednesday. I was getting drunk with my pals in our hotel room and getting up to our usual shenanigans. And while one of us was out for a beer run, he came back with none other in tow but the members of the Finnish black metal band Horna. Sweet. I love those guys.
So my boys and I get fucking stupid whenever we're drunk -- I'm talking unironically fist-pumping to 80s hair metal stupid -- and every Deathfest has us shouting out a different dumb slogan at the top of our lungs. That year one of us had mentioned how if heavy metal was a school district's bus system, the short bus would be crammed full of Pantera fans. Cue one of us screaming "PAAAYYYYNNNN-TURRRRRRRR-UUUHHHHHH!!!" in an exaggerated redneck accent at maximum volume whenever the mood struck.
We did this in front of Horna, and it wasn't the best idea. Their lead singer glowered at us from behind his can of PBR and growled in the heaviest Finnish accent I've ever heard:
"You do NOT disrespect Pantera."
The entire band then left in a huff.
When we saw them open their set that Saturday, that same lead singer lifted up his black evil priest robes, pissed in his hand, and then gave his face a piss-baptism before launching into the lyrics.
This actually happened, and I have the video evidence to prove it
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Heavy metal is serious business.