When: Thu., Aug. 16, 1 p.m. 2012
Movements on the fringes of pop culture tend to erect barricades to help them stand apart from the mainstream. Founded in Buffalo, New York, almost a quarter century ago, Cannibal Corpse have stood for much of that time as one of the primary gatekeepers of the heavy-metal aesthetic, building nearly impregnable walls of merciless blastbeats, gory lyrics, and gorier album art to discourage the casual listener from intruding—the domain they guard belongs to metalheads who consider crossover successes such as Metallica and Megadeth to be the ne plus ultra in sellout-itude. If you can develop a taste for the punishment the group deals out, though, there are many rewards in Cannibal Corpse fandom, including a wealth of brilliantly disgusting song titles ("Entrails Ripped From a Virgin's Cunt," "I Cum Blood") and T-shirt designs guaranteed to be entertainingly provocative in almost any setting (my Butchered at Birth shirt with the fetus skeleton on the back is always fun to wear down south). First and foremost, of course, is the cathartic and paradoxically soothing effect of being pummeled into submission by ridiculously fast, insanely brutal music. The band's newest album, Torture (Metal Blade), does blessedly little to fuck with the formula. —Miles Raymer Cannibal Corpse headlines; Between the Buried and Me, the Faceless, Periphery, Veil of Maya, Job for a Cowboy, Goatwhore, Exhumed, and Cerebral Bore open.
Price: $32, $29.50 in advance