Napalm Death.

Pretty important really, in their original incarnation. The uncompromising political stance and the complete balls out speed were something awesome to behold. It must feel good to have been part of the original Napalm Death.

I used to play Your Weak Minds off the start of the second album over and over again. Haven't heard that for years.

Napalm Death were hardcore before I ever knew what hardcore was. A good introduction to something more real, serious and D.I.Y. for a young thrash kid.

NOT CRAP.

About as NOT CRAP as they come.

I remember Scum being passed around like samizdat in our GCSE year at school, everyone's favourite track? the two-second blast of 'You Suffer' which we'd play and rewind endlessly on those weird, blocky tape machines used in French lessons. Not Crap for that memory alone.

The years, they have not been kind..




(Napalmfax: For a time in the mid 90s I lived opposite founder member Nic Bullen who was then half of Scorn and still active round these parts)

John Peel claimed that Napalm Death actually delivered what punk had always promised.

Not crap.

Cranius wrote:John Peel claimed that Napalm Death actually delivered what punk had always promised.

Not crap.

Jesus, imagine John Peel saying that about you. Fuck.

Didn't Shane Embury always look like that?

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*EDITED*

This is from the introduction to a book about the history of Grindcore ('Choosing Death - The Improbable History of Death Metal and Grindcore' by Albert Mudrian). John Peel talking about introducting his wife & kid to the joys of Extreme Noise Terror & Napalm Death -

"ENT, with Mick Harris on drums and blue-haired Dean Jones on vocals, played from time to time at the Caribbean Centre in Ipswich, so I took Sheila, my wife, and our son, William, to see them play. That 's the way to bring up your kids.

ENT were amazing. So were their fans. Any track more than 20 seconds long was greeted with derisive cries of 'too long, too slow' or 'fucking prog-rockers' from the faithful, most of whom looked as though they had but recently risen from shallow graves alongside the A12, the arterial road that runs from London to Ipswich. The only disappointment for Sheila, William and me was that the band weren't loud enough. We wanted to leave the show with blood trickling from our ears.

Well, one thing led to another. At one of those Ipswich gigs, ENT were joined by the even faster Napalm Death"

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