Showing posts with label Glen Benton. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Glen Benton. Show all posts

Monday, March 16, 2009

Glen Benton—You lied to all of us. You said you'd kill yourself.



I don't know if any of you remember, but in interviews throughout the 90s, Glen Benton said that he would kill himself in the year 2000, which is when he would turn 33. He often referenced the song "Sacrificial Suicide", and its line "Sacrifical suicide, Ritual to end my life." The whole reason why he would kill himself was unclear, but had something to do with living a life that was opposite to Jesus. If I remember correctly, Jesus died at 33, so I don't know how ALSO dying at 33 would be the opposite of...well, dying at 33. This gets into a whole thing of what kind of satanist Benton claimed to be. If you are ever really, really bored start looking into this...what kind of satanist so and so is/was. Some believe in god, but worship satan as Benton did. Euronimous believed in theism, and said all humans should be slaves to religion. Some believe an inversion of christian dogma is stupid, some think it's good...it goes on and on.

But back to Benton finally ending our collective pain by dying on purpose. As a result of these interviews where Benton promised that I'd finally be rid of him, I eagerly awaited the year 2000. Unlike other people, I wasn't anxious about Y2K. I was not psyched about listening to the Prince song five million times, oh no. I had higher hopes. I had hopes of Glen Benton finally being dead. Sadly, it was not to be. As you can tell my the semi-recent picture of Glen with a basket of fruit, he's still very much alive. I also know he's alive because he recently commented on the VH1 show "Rock of Love" on his MySpace blog. I thought he'd be more of a Tool Academy kinda' guy...but either way, he's still alive. Lame.

Glen, I know exactly how you feel. This is exactly the face I make when I realize you're still alive.


Glen is in his 40s now. He's a dad these days, and often talks in interviews about taking his kids to school, doing laundry, and about how he wears a hat to cover up his forehead from time to time.

What Benton's kid probably looks like.


While I applaud his ability to not take himself very seriously these days, I can't help but remember how he portrayed himself back in the early 90s. You can attribute his stupidity to youth, but I never acted like a complete asshole then. I've been criticized by some readers for bringing this very thing up about numerous bands on many occasions. Let me be clear, as a youngster, I never thought that Glen Benton was an evil overlord who lived in a dark castle somewhere. You see, I lived in Florida at the time that Deicide were getting popular, and I knew he probably lived in a horrible apartment just like the one my family lived in, but in Tampa. Still, it was easier to take him seriously before he started claiming he had seen bigfoot.


Even manly men end up living in apartment buildings like this in Florida. Even if you're into satan, get ready to live in a light yellow, baby blue, or seafoam colored building called something like "Biscayne Breeze".

I understood the theatrics that went into music, even as a kid. I knew that Ace Frehley wasn't from outer space, I knew he was from some neighborhood like Astoria in Queens. So I'm not a complete moron, I guess I just hate it when people break character. You know how some people loved Jimmy Fallon cracking up right in the middle of an SNL sketch? I hated it (Hope our non-american readers excuse the ameri-centric reference.) To me, it would like if Jason Voorhees stopped mid-movie, suddenly started making a fruit salad, took off his mask and started flossing while listening to a self-help audio tape. We all know it's a damn movie...but it would suddenly become a terrible movie. Right? I know that with time, people in bands have a hard time keeping up the persona. They're not actors in a movie, after all. I get it, they are suddenly married, they have kids, and with that comes a membership to Costco or Sam's Club. Soon, they find themselves buying shampoo by the gallon, all in the name of savings.



Glen had to get married in a church at his wife's request, according to the steroid-induced ramblings of the Hoffman brothers. Clearly the guy is scared of his wife, and must have a good sense of humor. I understand, its real life. But perhaps folks like Glen should have been less idiotic, and should have never started portraying a fictitious character to begin with, even in the name of theatrics. Perhaps they shouldn't have burned a damn cross on their forehead, nahmean? You know why I don't have to wear a hat to the store like he does? Because I never burned a cross on my face. Duh. It's for that reason that I always liked Obituary. They're just some dudes who play music, and that's about it. As a little kid, the whole theatric presentation that Kiss had was appealing to me, but I was like six then. At some point you stop being amazed by swords and fake blood...and you just want a good riff. You know? Perhaps I could present my point of view more cohesively, but I'm tired right now.

Okay, I'm probably putting most of you to sleep. Let's get back to Glen and his promise to kill himself. While he was all about it back then, today he has gone as far as saying that his promises of killing himself were "asinine remarks." He may see his comments from the 90s as silly, but I saw them as a legally binding verbal contract. I counted on being free of his music in 2000, and planned my life accordingly. I had dreams of happy days, fantastic years free of Benton and his receding hairline. Now, I'm stuck having to put up with him for who knows how many more years. Ugh. What an unfair world we live in...one where Pauly Shore is taken from us, while Glen Benton still roams the streets. Oh wait, what? Pauly Shore is still alive? Well, never mind.



If any of you are still half-way interested in the aging biker fatso that is Glen Benton, watch the video below. In his video, you will see Glen answer questions from the audience at a show. Have you ever wondered how many times has Glen Benton burned the cross on his forehead? Did his mom ask him to stop burning the cross on his forehead? Find out.


Wednesday, October 29, 2008

The end of all that was evil.

An ongoing theme in this blog is that of getting older and realizing that things are not what you once thought they were. To be more specific, I'm speaking about the shocking revelation that the dark characters who you once thought occupied places of honor within the world of metal are anything but evil. Glenn Danzig washes his car, Mortiis does laundry at a laundromat, members of bands like Mayhem get yelled by their moms for not putting the toilet seat down, that dude from Dark Throne works at the post office. You get my point.

Like the fall from grace that the bible talks about in terms of the devil, this fall too affects us. At least it affects those of us who got involved with metal at such a young age, that we still saw people in some bands as comic book characters (all image and no depth of character, much less reality.) It's with that spirit in mind that I present to you the following images, images that would have absolutely broken my heart had I seen them as an 11 year old.





King Diamond is an American redneck who wears Corvette sunglasses, a Nascar hat and rocks a mustache? What? Okay, he always had the mustache (though it took me years to discover it), but all the other stuff certainly comes as a surprise to me. It's like seeing Batman in his pajama pants. How on earth does a Danish guy get into Nascar anyway? Damn, he's been living in Texas waaaaay too long.





Okay, I know that Cliff Burton never pretended to be a dark, satanic character...but this image would have broken my heart as a kid...if only due to its highly pedestrian nature. I now realize that Cliff was probably not even posing for this picture, but he actually worked doing road maintanence as late as the release of Master Of Puppets. Growing up outside the US, it never occurred to me that people in metal bands were usually the offspring of jobless meth-heads, and usually worked god-awful blue collar jobs. I assumed all americans were highly educated, wealthy, and were all brilliant. Then I saw New Jersey and Long Island, and I learned the truth.



Ugh. I'm speechless. Opposite of evil.




Speaking of King Diamond, this is my favorite King Diamond shirt ever.




I know I posted this picture before, but I had to post it again. As late as my mid-teens, I was convinced that people like Glen Benton were not a total joke. I know, I know...I'm an idiot. Seeing this picture makes me think of how much crap his mom probably gave him when he burned that cross on his forehead. He probably still has to wear hats to family picnics and weddings.



Thursday, July 10, 2008

Glen Benton—New Chiquita Banana Spokesperson

If anyone ever asks me again why I think metal today sucks, and why I think back on the early 90s so fondly, I will show them this picture.

Monday, February 25, 2008

Glen Benton: The Legacy Continues



Glen Benton is one of our favorite subjects here at Metal Inquisition because his stupidity knows no bounds. He's been making an ass of himself for the past twenty years and he simply refuses to go away. If someone asked me to describe Glen Benton in one word that word would be "persistent."

I, like most other sensible death metal fans, was shocked when Deicide delivered 2006's stunning "The Stench of Redemption." It was possibly the greatest comeback in the history of death metal because no one saw it coming. By that point everyone had written Deicide off as a joke, and with good reason. Have you ever tried to listen to "Serpents of the Light?" How about "Insineratehymn?" My point exactly. They'd been pissing on their legacy for over a decade when out of nowhere Benton and Asheim, (sans the brothers Hoffman) along with ex-Cannibal Corpse guitarist Jack Owen and ex-Iced Earth guitarist Ralph Santolla, made the metal world once again take notice.

Which brings me to the forthcoming release of Deicide's new album "Till Death Do Us Part." If the new song up on their MySpace page is any indication, Benton and co. might actually deliver again. Never in a million years did I imagine I would be discussing the prospect of Deicide releasing a good album in 2008. Just look at that cover art! It's like the cover of Pungent Stench's "Been Caught Buttering" reimagined by Fernando Botero. And that sweet bonus patch! I'm glad that Glen Benton has decided to throw his hat into the presidential ring. Hey, if Ron Paul can do it why can't he? So this year for the first time in our nation's history we could be seeing not only a woman or a black man running for president, but also a satanist! It's all about mobilizing the people at a grassroots level, so I hope that all of you, my metal brothers and sisters, will do your part and proudly display your "Glen Benton for President" patches on your denim vests. Let your voice be heard!

Friday, January 18, 2008

Glen Benton Has A Webcam


I can remember it like it was yesterday..... the year was 1992. Deicide's "Legion" had just come out, and my brother and I were lucky enough to live in the epicenter of death metal at the time, Florida. The first real death metal show we attended was in Ft. Lauderdale, and the lineup was simply amazing, Entombed (first US tour I believe), Deicide, Malevolent Creation, Exhorder, Dead Horse and a few other local bands. It was an odd scene. The club, which appeared to be a strip club on every other night but this one, was loaded with women that were clearly prostitutes. Sitting along the back (while Exhorder played "Slaughter in the Vatican",) these women, who all wore knee-high white leather boots, would leave with men from the audience through the front door or to the bathrooms, only to return minutes later alone, and do the same routine again with the next guy wearing a Godflesh shirt. My brother and I sat there, taking all this in. This was not exactly what we imagined the death metal scene was all about. I was 13, and this didn't seem very "evil".

In any case, Morbid Angel had been booked to play, but pulled out in the last minute. Similarly, Deicide ended up not playing, and the reason why they didn't play started to spread through the audience like wildfire. They had decided to go the beach instead of playing once they arrived to Ft Lauderdale. This, to me, was absolutely baffling. Weren't they really evil guys? The beach seemed like the most un-evil place on earth to me, and I didn't understand how they would pass up this night of brutal metal to go to the beach. But then I looked around, and saw the ladies in the white leather boots...and I knew right then and there that the world simply wasn't what I thought it was. I was crushed.

Upon finding the picture of Glen Benton on his webcam, I started to wonder if some other young kid is going through the same experience today upon seeing that Glen has a webcam...and uses it to make such stupid faces. What a bummer. To think that at one point we thought this guy was evil. Damn. What's next? Is Tom G. Warrior going to have a blog? Oh wait, he already does.

Thursday, January 17, 2008

...like a dead animal on the side of the road...

Do a search for “Glen Benton between song banter” and strike a vein of rich comedy gold that seems to run deeper than anything your mind could imagine. I feel foolish that I never knew this existed, but here it is. I am amazed, I am delighted and I am tickled a brutal blood red. I couldn’t even decide if I should post one section or all. So I bring you all 11:44 minutes of this treat from 1992!



Listen!
To empty threats made by Benton to a man of god.

Listen!
To the ramblings of a death metal front man that sounds like your drunk grandpa.

Listen!
To Benton make fart sounds into the phone in an attempt to replicate a demon growl.

Listen!
To AM talk radio!!!

The crucial time in all of this is at about 10:31. Listen and find out how to accent the punchline to a good joke.

Bah-dum-dum-ching!



Background Detail:

"Glen Benton Vs. Bob Larson" by Comedy Gold!

Heated phone calls between Glen Benton of Satanic death metal group Deicide and Xtian radio and television evangelist Bob Larson. Originally broadcast for free to the general public, live over the AM airwaves on Larson's "Talk Back" show, sometime in 1992.

Tuesday, January 15, 2008

Public Access, Tampa Style



Back in 1988 I was just seven years old and busy listening to Duran Duran and watching He-Man cartoons. Unbeknownst to me, some 1,100 miles southwest of New Jersey something EVIL was brewing in Tampa, Florida. That something happened to be the death metal band Amon. Glen Benton, Steve Asheim, and the brothers Hoffman would later change their name to Deicide, but two years before releasing their legendary debut album on Roadrunner Records they were still struggling in obscurity and had only released one demo, "Feasting the Beast."

This piece of YouTube gold features Amon performing live in the studio on some public access television show out of Tampa. The video begins with a Barbara Walters look alike talking up this new breed of music called “death metal” that’s being spawned in Tampa and how the artists are “stars” across the ocean, but struggling to find an audience here at home. Next is a short David Vincent interview clip where he expounds upon the boundarylessness of death metal followed by a short Glen Benton interview clip where he talks about how he’s been burning a cross into his forehead for over a year. And then finally, the main event! Some dork in a tuxedo and bowtie that looks like a cross between "Mean Gene" Okerlund and Robert Crumb sweating bullets introduces the band and they break into a furious rendition of “Sacrificial Suicide.” Note the ridiculous outfits the band is wearing replete with spikes, chest plates, and shin guards. Behold a piece of death metal history…