I should start a new blog called metaldudesinlaibachshirts. I first heard of Laibach in the liner notes to Morbid Angel’s Blessed Are the Sick. Trey writes, “Favorite recording artists? Well I must say that I will start with my favorite, LAIBACH, you guys are so fuckin’ special.” Only THEN does he continue, “I also adore Bill Steer & CARCASS, Pestilence, Bolt Thrower, Suffocation…” etc. etc. I thought, FUCK if these dudes are named before the almighty CARCASS, then I gotta find something by them. This was back in the early 90s, before the internet, when finding new weirdo/extreme music took a fair amount of effort, especially when you’re a kid under club age in a shitty city. You had to scour liner notes for new bands, write letters, tape trade and hope you got lucky and would find something cool. I found LAIBACH!
Then of course there was the time I met ROB HALFORD of JUDAS FUCKIN PRIEST at a Laibach show in Phoenix in 1996. (Unfortunately it was during Rob’s Fight! years haha.)
I moved Trey from laying on my chest as I got up to get ready for work it was 5:14 am and my day hasn’t even started and I wanted to come back home , “ Where you going ? ”
Trey groaned pulling my waist so I couldn’t get up opening his eyes still half asleep , “ I gotta go to work you know this ” I said unhooking his arm form around my waist “ Don’t go today ” I rolled my eyes and placed my warm toes on the carpet and pulled down my shirt from being ruffled up “ I need to ” I walked to the bathroom did my business , brushed my teeth washed my face etc , I turned on the light and Trey sat up on his elbows “ you know damn well you had work this morning why you let me put in work last night ”
He said looking at me because I was sleep standing straight up “ I wanted to ” I said coming back shrugging my shoulders he laughed heading back down into the bed “ I need it get up too ” he said rolling over “ For why you don’t have to go to studio today ” o said furrowing my eyebrows looking Threw my shirts “Go see my nephew”
“ now don’t go without me ” I said walking up to him in just a shirt and underwear I stood between his legs and he put his hands on my waist
“ you know I wanted to see the baby”
I said pouting and crossing my arms he kissed my lips and chuckled
“ kiss me again I forgive you ” he smiled and kissed my lips again a little longer this time I deepened the kiss “ love me ” I said out of breath he pulled me back on the bed and I let out a squeal “ we’re gonna be late ” I said smiling at him This was the usual we would get distracted by each other and I loved it “ I love you baby ” “ I love you y/n ” I emailed and got up to continue with my day .
is the fifth album by band Morbid Angel. The Satanic themed lyrics of previous albums had been replaced with lyrics about the Old Ones, which would become the primary source of Morbid Angel’s lyrical content from this point on. This is the first album to feature singer/bassist Steve Tucker, replacing David Vincent, and has some lyrical content written in Sumerian.
“Formulas Fatal to the Flesh” is not a bad album but it is not a great album either. At the very least I can say that Morbid Angel have returned to their brutal sound reminiscent of “Covenant” days and it shows and it is good, If this album had come out in 1995, it would probably have been hailed as another classic. The fact that it was released in early 1998 lessened its potential impact.
SOUTH PARK curators and creators Trey Parker (in green), Matt Stone (in pink) and Mark Shaiman (in blue) arrive in style and on acid at the Academy Awards Ceremonies, Shrine Auditorium, Los Angeles, CA. 2000 +
Matt & Trey as they appear today in our modern times