6 Reasons Why Morbid Angel’s Illud Divinum Insanus Is Better Than You Think!
It can't be as bad as you think it is, right?!
Leopards Don’t Change Their Spots….So Get Over The Outfits!
Oh how they screamed at David Vincent’s wardrobe choices when the pre-release promotional shots started to pop up on Morbid Angel’s website! One particularly tear-stained blogger, typing angrily from the depths of his parent’s basement, seemed particularly offended by the use of a PVC T shirt defiling his beloved death metal.
Come on! How did you think David Vincent was going to roll when he rejoined the band?! You saw the promo materials for Blessed Are the Sick, right? You saw all the leather and chains and shit, the girls hanging off their legs? Morbid Angel were a gang-fuck of old skool rock stars who crash landed in what, let’s face it, is a rather conservative sub genre. David in particular was a dude who seemed to bellow “I fuck, peasants!”
The man spent his years outside of Morbid Angel playing bass from within the Genitorturers mobile erotic self-help drop-in centre. Were you really that shocked when he rocked up in PVC with a briefcase full of provocative lyrics written with a dildo-shaped pen?
(Incidentally, at the time of writing there is no evidence to suggest that David Vincent actually fucks peasants but… you know what we’re getting at!)
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