“JEEEEEENNNNNNNNNNNNKKEEEEEMMMMMMMM!!!!
JJEEEEENNNNNNNNKKKKKKKKEEEEEEMMMMMMMM!!!!!!”

That was all I could hear, squealing from the mouth of Sammy Duet,  as I walked into the Goatwhore dressing room at The Blender Theater Tuesday night in NYC. It was the first day of “fall” that we’ve had, and what a better way to bring in the cold than with Louisiana’s finest death marchers and the legendary Obituary. After a few hellos, it was back to “JEEEEEEEEEEENNNNNNNKKKKKEEEEEEEEEEMMMMMMMMMM!!!!” As Sammy and new bassist James Harvey had a screaming match, of the newly published way of kids getting fucked on their own poo. I just recently heard about the new gateway drug to hell, and was pleased to get the lowdown from Harvey (if you dont know what I’m talking about, click the mother fucking link and get some knowledge).

I’m not going to waste anymore time with jenkem, cos as much fun as it is to get fucked up, huffing poo is beyond drawing the line for me. Goatwhore are currently on tour with Obituary (who fucking owned it) in support of both of their new records. If you’ve seen either band before, I don’t need to bore you with details of how great both bands were, as well as Krisiun, The Bezerker and Warbringer. If you haven’t seen either of the bands, bummer dude…at least there is youtube. It was nice to see a metal show with no dudes wearing make up, or band reunion karaoke. I’ll be honest, I didn’t shoot any of the opening bands, as I was busy getting down to some pizza and Jaeger and hearing stories about how glad everyone in the Goatwhore camp is that former bassist Nathan Bergeron is no longer with them, which has made everyone’s lives a little less stressful. Duet talked about how “touring is already hard enough, we didn’t need some dude bringing us all down, when we were already down. JJJJJEEEEEEEEENNNNNNKKKKKEEEEEEMMM.”

Goatwhore went on. Shit was sweet. They crushed everyone with a bunch of new jams off from “Carving out the eyes of God”, and some older gems. Obituary rolled in, took the stage, and killed everyone with riffs. The only thing that could have been better, is if singer John Tardy had a sword and decapitated the first row (I think there is a law in New York City about swords). But still….shit would have been proper (as Fred would say).

Words & Photos: Nathaniel Shannon