![]() ![]() The rest of the world is intent on pointing out how Dying Fetus has done me wrong and keeps asking me why I willingly endure the punishment. In fact, I guess you could say that my first time is still causing sentimental blindness. Even today, I’m still a bit attached to John Gallagher, the destroyer of my death metal cherry. The slam parts, the speedy sweep picked widdly-widdlies, the pig-getting-porked squeals all of it added up to an unequaled adrenaline rush that resulted in a dent in my forehead courtesy of my steering wheel. “Praise the Lord (Opium of the Masses)” was the first death metal song that truly flattened me. Sort of like unexpectedly seeing the girl that punched your V-card, any time I listen to Dying Fetus my thoughts are inundated with fond memories.
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