7000 Dying Rats
Yeah, the scene is rife with irreverence, but armed with song titles "My Nordic Butt can Rule Nations," "Paul Stanley's Chest," "Ozzy Looked Like Bea Arthur on the Ultimate Sin Tour," and "Bands that Play Funk Blow," 7000 Dying Rats kick the crutches of Metal out from under themselves. Meanwhile, the music is totally alinear grind that jumps from mind-numbing terminal metal, to Germanic Free Jazz squeals, to Parisian street music to extended vocal samples. Anything to amuse, annoy or offend. They are the musical equivalent of shoving autopsy photos and copies of Terrorizer and Mad Magazine through a paper shredder.