Starting with the sound of waves lapping against the Virginia coast, Reclamation was originally intended to be an instrumental, but grew into a furious environmentalist classic. People always ask where I got the beginning of the song, they’re like, ‘Is this a real statement from the mafia?!’, but it’s just something I put together from things that I’d heard and read.” Also, I find it admirable in today’s particularly litigious age – this whiny, whingeing, soft time – when people always seem to want to blame someone else. I’m not saying that I strictly adhere to that code, but normally when I’ve been involved with the authorities, it’s not ended up well for me.
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I don’t glorify organised crime, thinking specifically about the Cosa Nostra in America and Sicily, but one thing that really interested me was the code of omerta – the code of silence – where you don’t go to the authorities, you handle things yourself. “I love all mob movies, but I really love the Godfather movies – much to my girlfriend’s Italian-American chagrin.
This classic 2004 cut marked a convergence between Randy’s need for justice and honour and his fascination with the Sicilian mafia. It’s never a good feeling to be handcuffed and have someone beat the shit out of you.” I was so scared that I just started laughing. They opened the van door just as I was doing that, and this woman just grabbed me, yanked me out onto the floor and beat the shit out of me. I was freaking out, trying to work my handcuffs around my feet to get my hands in front of me. There were a few people – not me – raising hell in there, so they tear-gassed the truck. The cops came and moved us all out of this abandoned building one night, into the back of a paddy-wagon. The song wasn’t actually named by me – that just started out as a working title – but because of the working title, I wrote it about an experience that I had squatting in San Francisco in lower Haight-Ashbury. Those letters stand for ‘Officer Dick Head Gets A Black Fucking Eye’. “I’ll start with last track from our first album as Lamb Of God. These are the snapshots, he gestures, backstage at Indianapolis’ massive TCU Amphitheater, with the greatest insight into the hard-won evolution and indignant darkness that drive his brutally beautiful mind…įollowing their transformation from Burn The Priest into Lamb Of God, this snarling ode to police brutality confirmed that the NWOAHM figureheads were only going to crank up the sonic violence. Story, though, selections are lifted solely from the discography of main concern Lamb Of God. Bloodied but unbowed, however, he’s learned to separate experience from hurt, contemplatively absorbing every lesson and relaying them to his listeners through evocative, empowering lyrics.įrom Body Count and Cannabis Corpse to Deafheaven and Gojira, he’s collaborated with some of heavy music’s biggest hitters over the last three decades. From the crustiest corners of California’s squatter scene to the depths of the Czech prison to which he was confined following manslaughter charges in 2012, life has found a way of presenting dark, chaotic challenges to the indomitable Virginia native. Beneath the ear-gouging tumult of his sonic output, Randy Blythe is one of modern metal’s greatest thinkers.
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