Six Feet Under Makes Atlanta Bleed 10/19/03 The Masquerade Atlanta, GA


Barbara Fara
MusicIncider Magazine

Six Feet Under is: Chris Barnes-Vocals. Terry Butler-Bass. Steve Swanson-Guitar.
Greg Gall-Drums.

Okay. You missed it. It was Sunday, and you decided to stay home. Aren’t
you fucking stupid?!? It wasn’t like there was anything fucking fantastic
on TV. It wasn’t like they were charging forty bucks to get into The Masquerade,
although they easily could have. –The touring bands were pretty fucking
excellent, but I wanted a lot more out of As I Lay Dying. As I Lay Dying (lets
hope I got the name right, this boy had a hellish echo on his microphone) was
opening for Behemoth on the Un-Natural Born Killers Tour, and I am not too sure
they fully appreciated that. They did not suck, but they did not completely sell
me as being a future death metal powerhouse band. They look like the boys from
Rooney dressed in black t-shirts. Behemoth was incredible. I can totally see why
they are going out with Danzig. Behemoth has the intensity level and the stage
presence to grace the tour with one of my personal heroes, Mr. Glen Danzig. Skinless
is definitely going places, and was a worthy opener for Six Feet Under, but fuck-I
wasn’t there for any of the opening acts. I was there for Six Feet Under,
just like everybody should have been. –Death metal is angry, aggressive,
and fucking intense. I love death metal when it sounds good and the music is so
thick your soul tears into it like you are tearing into a steak with a really
sharp knife and the steak is really bloody. Six Feet Under puts out that kind
of death metal. -Lots of bands have front men who can growl and scream, but precious
fucking few can do it on key and make it sound incredible. Precious fucking few
of those death metal front men have the slightest clue about the message they
are trying to put out there while performing. Chris Barnes can growl, scream and
sing like fucking Pavarotti. He makes his performance classical with the rise
and fall in his voice. Listen to him and you can hear every drop of rage, frustration,
joy, and agony that he has ever felt. For the price of a ticket, you get an opera
complete with music you will LOVE listening to. Chris Barnes’ lyrics sound
like a Stephen King horror novel combined with a psychic reading from Edgar Cayce.
The man is going where the rest of us are too chicken shit to go. He explores
what you can’t see every day and sing about the shit that haunts you in
your dreams. He knows what he is doing and he knows what he is trying to say.
He doesn’t waste time talking on stage; he lets his music do that for him.
–Terry Butler is a fucking wizard on bass. He has stage presence, and most
bassists don’t. That bass undertow is like marching music when you enter
the gates of hell. The strange fucking thing about his bass playing is this-it
provides undertones to Barnes’ voice. What the hell does that mean you ask?
Barnes’ voice and Butler’s bass become this fucked up and beautiful
music chord. –Steve Swanson on guitar is amazing. SFU’s music is SO
thick that it is hard to see just how fucking brilliant this guy is unless you
are paying attention. If he weren’t there, you would miss him in the band’s
sound. Watch him live. He could hang with the likes of Steve Vai or Malmsteen
any night of the week. He has a great stage presence too, and he has that long
blond hair that looks so fucking hot on guitar players. –Greg Gall needs
a hug. I saw you Greg. You were kicking ass, but you were mighty fucking busy.
You make your drum kit sound like rolling thunder and lightning strikes. You really
know how to set the mood for a walk on the darker side of life.

The set started off with BRINGER OF BLOOD, the title track off of the new cd.
There could not have been a better beginning. The pit started right away with
two big drunk redneck gorillas banging the shit out of EVERYBODY. Did you ever
notice that the two biggest fucking guys always get together to beat the shit
out of the little ones? BRINGER OF BLOOD inspired those little fuckers to try
though. Barnes’ voice gave them the balls to get knocked on their asses
time and time again. WHEN SKIN TURNS BLUE was fucking unbelievable live, that
one really stoked up the fucking ‘mosh pit’. MY HATRED kicked ass.
Barnes screamed so hard that I thought he was going to give himself a fucking
hernia, and his scream was ON KEY. When I watched him, I felt like I was screaming
too-just on the inside. After all, I was working. –Some of you fuckers at
this show REALLY pissed me off. Why would you even think that SFU was going to
do any fucking Cannibal Corpse? If you were really Cannibal Corpse fans, you would
have known that Barnes and Cannibal Corpse have parted ways. You wouldn’t
have been screaming for fucking Cannibal Corpse songs. You made yourselves look
like a bunch of fucking jackasses. I think that every time one of you scream for
Cannibal Corpse, SFU should break into a cover of Sonny and Cher’s ‘I
Got You Babe.’ That just might cure you. That or a fucking lobotomy-it doesn’t
matter to me.

Six Feet Under puts on a show that shakes your bones and haunts your dreams. The
true fans chanted them back onstage with ‘Six Feet Under.’ The band
answered the call and played until two am. Trust me, you want to experience a
Six Feet Under show as soon as you fucking can. Maybe if we are lucky, they will
forgive the ignorant people who were yelling for Cannibal Corpse and come back
to Atlanta.

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My name is Barbara Fara. is my baby. I am a psychic and a photographer-and a writer! I am more than a little crazy, because I love taking pictures with people body surfing over my head

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