What were you doing in 1993? I was a teenager living in a stifling fundamentalist Northwest home where rock was forbidden, trying to come to terms with some incredible developments in heavy music. Just up the I-5 aways, there was an oasis of chaos and I longed to be right in the heart of the cesspool, where Melvins, Soundgarden, TAD, Mudhoney, and Nirvana were busy infecting mainstream culture. We’d just moved to Oregon from a little one-horse town in East Texas known as Wills Point, nestled in between Dallas and Tyler. Little did I know (and later would come to regret) that I was so very close to another mind-blowing music scene that would have sent my parents into hysterics.
Recently, TAPE JUNKIE posted this short documentary about EYEHATEGOD. It was filmed circa 1992-93 with Mike, Joey, Mark, and Jimmy, just as the NOLA sludge machine was hitting its stride: five years as a band and a record deal in hand. The well-worn and color-washed VHS copy of Peace Through Addiction (the de facto motto of the band) opens with stairwell recitation of The Lord’s Prayer (emphasis on “Lead us NOT into temptation!”). Cue heavy riffs and title cards. Easter Eggs ahead! Somewhere around minute seven, the tape cuts out. I suspect there is more (no doubt someone in our readership has the complete copy). I was able to, nonetheless, salvage some interesting quotes.
On the band’s history: “Jimmy is the only original member left in the band from when Eyehategod first spawned,” guitarist Mark Schulz tells the interviewer. “I’ve been in bands for about 10 years,” singer Mike Williams relates. “First band I was in was called Teenage Waste – I was like 14 – then Suffocation by Filth. Eyehategod’s the best one, though, because it’s about more of what I want to do.”
On their name: “It’s not about religion at all, it’s all addiction. It’s all about individualism. Not having to depend on nobody but yourself.”
On their sound: “We’re not concerned what other people think of our music,” says drummer Joey LaCaze. "We’re satisfied with what we do.” Jimmy Bower chimes in: “It wasn’t taken seriously to begin with, it was just an outlet for the band to have fun and get loaded and just jam.” Mike IX is brutally honest: “I don’t want to sing. I can’t sing. I’m just venting my frustrations, really.”
On their songs: “The lyrics are just kind of abstract. Things I think about all the time,” Mike reveals. “Just things I write off the top of my head, you know? Writers I like: Charles Bukowski, William Burroughs. That’s what mainly influences the lyrics, because I read a lot, believe it or not. Charles Bukowski, man, is like the best to me because he’s a total alcoholic and I can relate to that,” he adds with a laugh and knowing smile. “I’d rather not quit drinking because I enjoy it. It numbs me, you know? It puts me in a state of mind. That’s what I like about it.”
On their first and second albums: “The new stuff we’re writing just sounds so much more real. The album we put out sounds good and everything, it’s got good songs,” Mark says (speaking of the just released debut, ‘In The Name of Suffering’), “but the stuff we’re writing right now is so much smoother. There’s just so much more feel in it.”
On the scene: “Down here in New Orleans everything is centered around drinking and getting fucked up.”
On success: “People are into making their lives successful and everything,” Jimmy reflects. “We’ve just fucking realized the fact that we’re all losers, man.” Later, he adds: “We were just like, 'Let’s start a band that doesn’t give a fuck about nothing, man, and not even take it seriously.”
On life and death: “The way I look at it, it’s slow suicide, you know?” Mike offers in a ponderous moment. “I couldn’t kill myself with a gun or nothing. I’d rather just drink myself to death.”
On kinship: “None of us have anything, man, so our friends are like our most important thing, you know?”
On their message: “It’s about waking up people? Making people realize the violence, you know? People live so sheltered lives they don’t realize what’s going on.” It doesn’t take long for clarity to take hold: “We promote drug usage, just free will for everybody. If you want to use drugs, you’re an addict; we’re not bothered by it. We’ve got our own lives to lead and we’re not concerned about anybody else.”
The fourteenth of February marks the day Stiles’ vocabulary vanished leaving just a single word to be uttered in response to Derek’s proposal:
Y E S!
However, the shocked filter doesn’t last long as a veritable torrent of, “Derek”, “I love you”, and praises in both English and Polish tumble from his lips.
“I can’t believe you did all this. And here I thought the only romantic bone in your body was mine.” Stiles’ salacious eyebrow waggling falters slightly at a firm, yet loving, swat to the ass by his chuckling fiancé.
“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.” Derek smirks, nosing his way down his jawline to his favorite spot on his neck just below his ear, eliciting a delicious shiver.
“Oh my god, that was terrible,” Stiles chokes on laugh. “Thank god you didn’t lead with that or I would have reconsidered my answer.”
Stiles let out a yelp as Derek nips at a tender spot.
Stiles tilted his head giving him more room to explore.
“Mmm. Yup. Truth is you had me at ‘This is private property.’ There were many very public things I wanted to do to said property.”
Derek eyes flash as he emits a playful growl as his hands slide down to grasp his ass and quickly hoist him up. Stiles’ legs automatically wrap around his hips as a surprised moan barely has time to escape; lips becoming entangled with his own. Blunt teeth gently nibble Stiles’ bottom lip, tongue soothing over the indentations, silently pleading for entrance; a satisfied rumble answers when it’s granted. Derek pulls back just enough to gaze into honeyed eyes filled with love and eternal mischief, slowly engulfed by blown pupils. His right hand cups his jaw, thumb gently traveling across the path of moles to plump, reddened lips.
“Feel like doing some trespassing tonight?”
Stiles tosses his head back, whole body shaking with laughter. “Oh my god, I can’t believe I’m going to spend the rest of my life with you.”
Derek grins brightly at that thought “Not having any second thoughts, are you?”
Stiles’ arms tighten around Derek’s neck, pulling him into passionate kiss that leaves them both breathless.
“Not on your life. I love you so much, Der.”
“Love you too, Stiles.”
The night was filled with saccharine whispers, breathless moans,
praises to deities that may not exist, content groans, laughter and love. Stiles may have trespassed all those years ago, but they have since established a home in each other.