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When you hear the screaming in most songs its
usually an echo of a previously crooned lyric,
whining about how Daddy never hugged them, or
something about defiling a dead body. Two out of
three make for a fun weekend at the shrink but
wouldn’t for a Hatebreed show.
Seven years ago, at the ripe old age of 17 I
witnessed Jamey Jasta and all his throat wrenching
glory at the Five-Points in Jacksonville, FL. It was
also my first skin head pit and my first and last
major injury. Through the blinding pain I watched
in fixed awe as Jasta and crew tore up the part-time
fetish club with no remorse. Body after body was
carried out of the humid cubical sized club as more
piled in to see the spectical. In the center of the
skin head sea Jasta stool like a god, blood spattered
lips and hellfire in his eyes. The man incited chaos
and my respect for him grew.
Hatebreed eventually outgrew clubs like the
‘Points and carried their destruction into arenas,
playing along side acts like Slayer, Deftones,
Entombed, Napalm Death, Slipknot, and
Mastadon. This brought Jasta into the public light
and earned him the position as full time hose of
Mtv’s Headbanger’s Ball, which recently has
become a video show and no longer required Jasta.
From metal head to metal host, Jasta hasn’t
lost the humbleness that resides deep in the heart
of all crimson-spitting screamers. Jasta announced
that this year the world will be able to experience a
tribute album featuring covers of bands like
Metallica, D.R.I., Crowbar, and the Crow-Mags.
This will accompany a live DVD released by Koch
Records.
So, why exactly can Jamey Jasta kick your ass?
Scream me a song, rip your throat doing it, cover
me in real blood, (unlike Gwar, fucking
pussies…kidding.) and do it again the next day
with a smile. Pull that off and MAYBE you can
stand toe to toe with Jasta. But I seriously doubt it.
usually an echo of a previously crooned lyric,
whining about how Daddy never hugged them, or
something about defiling a dead body. Two out of
three make for a fun weekend at the shrink but
wouldn’t for a Hatebreed show.
Seven years ago, at the ripe old age of 17 I
witnessed Jamey Jasta and all his throat wrenching
glory at the Five-Points in Jacksonville, FL. It was
also my first skin head pit and my first and last
major injury. Through the blinding pain I watched
in fixed awe as Jasta and crew tore up the part-time
fetish club with no remorse. Body after body was
carried out of the humid cubical sized club as more
piled in to see the spectical. In the center of the
skin head sea Jasta stool like a god, blood spattered
lips and hellfire in his eyes. The man incited chaos
and my respect for him grew.
Hatebreed eventually outgrew clubs like the
‘Points and carried their destruction into arenas,
playing along side acts like Slayer, Deftones,
Entombed, Napalm Death, Slipknot, and
Mastadon. This brought Jasta into the public light
and earned him the position as full time hose of
Mtv’s Headbanger’s Ball, which recently has
become a video show and no longer required Jasta.
From metal head to metal host, Jasta hasn’t
lost the humbleness that resides deep in the heart
of all crimson-spitting screamers. Jasta announced
that this year the world will be able to experience a
tribute album featuring covers of bands like
Metallica, D.R.I., Crowbar, and the Crow-Mags.
This will accompany a live DVD released by Koch
Records.
So, why exactly can Jamey Jasta kick your ass?
Scream me a song, rip your throat doing it, cover
me in real blood, (unlike Gwar, fucking
pussies…kidding.) and do it again the next day
with a smile. Pull that off and MAYBE you can
stand toe to toe with Jasta. But I seriously doubt it.