I WAS INTRODUCED to death metal flipping though a magazine in 1998. In a piece about guilty pleasures from a decade before was Napalm Death‘s second album, From Enslavement To Obliteration. The vocals were described as sounding like a guy vomiting repeatedly.
Fascinated, I checked them out. Death metal is now one of my favorite genres with fast tempos, extensive vamping, and vocals that are more instrument than lyrics.