The Realm of Napalm Records
Napalm Records
Street: 10.24
Though there is a diverse mix of styles represented from the Napalm Records label, their first DVD compilation release ultimately displayed some really bad metal videos. Then again, most metal videos are cheesy and laughable, and that is what makes them cool. My only complaint is the fact that the label has a huge roster yet on this compilation there are multiple videos from the same band. The gothic metal ravings of Atrocity, Beseech, Darkwell, Lacrimas Profundere, Leaves’ Eyes and Visions of Atlantis. Then a thrash visit from Hurtlocker, then the silly Viking/Folk stylings of Tyr and Korpiklaani. There is also a collection of live videos with really horrific and stupid black metal band Enthroned. Also included are some “making of” clips from Leaves’ Eyes and the hilarious glam assault from Wig Wam. Ultimately if you enjoy what this label produces you’ll like the videos, and even if you don’t you can laugh your ass off to some decent music put into really bad video form. – Bryer Wharton

Smoke Out Presents Body Count Featuring Ice T
Eagle Vision
Street: 10.04
Do you remember Body Count? I asked this question a few times last week to the general answer of, “Yeah…I think…what was their song?” Well I remember. I paid $30 for a used copy of the pre-edited version of their first album just so I could get the banned “Cop Killer” and “KKK Bitch” (altered to “BKK Bitch” on the regular version). The drum breakdown on “There Goes the Neighborhood” is something I used to practice to all the time. Sadly, no one like me attended this show. T needed me there! I would have whipped the pit into a frenzied puree during “Bowels of the Devil” instead of letting them stand around an empty circle as the camera looked on. I would have responded to T’s “y’all are a bunch of pussies” by screaming and rushing security instead of rubbing my neck while standing politely in file (the camera catching this as well). In other words, the crowd sucked, and T and company never recovered. He’s pissed off and full of angst, but more for the fact that the sound guy wasn’t doing his job, the cops didn’t have to break up any fights – even after they played “Cop Killer” – and no one knew the words to a single song. The band is tighter than ever, blasting off with an evil introduction to rile the troops (while T does fifty pushups offstage). They grind as hard as the toughest speed metal around, but the lazy San Bernadino crowd must have saved the little energy they had for DMX, or Cyprus Hill, or maybe the rain dampered these pussies. Either way, despite the brilliance of the set, Body Count and the fans never reach sweet symbiosis. And to make matters worse,