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Live Report: Cannibal Corpse on the Rocks Off Cruise, New York City, November 28

Live Report: Cannibal Corpse on the Rocks Off Cruise, New York City, November 28

Chris Krovatin is the author of three young adult novels, Heavy Metal & You, Venomous, and Gravediggers: Mountain of Bones. He is currently working on multiple new writing projects, as well as new material with his local New York metal band Flaming Tusk. He is a contributing writer for Revolver and generally comes off as a good-natured pain in everyone’s collective ass. This column represents his opinions–and probably only his opinions.

  • Location of this death-metal show: A small cruise ship making a large loop around the East River.
  • Reason for this venue: Anyone’s guess. Must have been cheaper than playing B.B. King's.
  • Plus side: The ship is small, so it’s like a intimate club show, a la L’Amour.
  • Amount of time before the show that I knew it existed: Two hours, 40 minutes.
  • General feeling while navigating floating walkways to the ship: This is some Dethklok shit right here.
  • Tagline for the night: If you go to one death-metal show this year that actually moves under the Manhattan bridge…
  • Temperature outside tonight: Cold as tits.
  • Temperature within the ship: Hot as balls.
  • Number of metalheads in attendance: Approximately 80.
  • Number of female metalheads in attendance: Six. Maybe eight.
  • Missed connections section of this blog: You: black hair, a little shorter than me, round face, sleeveless shirt, possibly Asian. Me: inappropriate collared shirt—I came from work—soaked with sweat. Did we have an unspoken moment? Probably not.
  • Odds of meeting a woman at a Cannibal Corpse show who is not there with her likely-terrifying boyfriend: 4,206/1
  • Price of a Budweiser aboard the ship: $5
  • Sad reality: That’s really not that bad for a beer in New York. Maybe more metal bands should book these cruise shows.
  • Other refreshments: Free ziti buffet.
  • I’m sorry, what?: A free baked ziti and Caesar salad buffet. Again, this cruise concert thing might have to happen more often.
  • First up: Misery Index from Bodymore, Murderland.
  • Sounds like: Two parts old-school grindcore, one part brutal groovy death metal, all with a coating of political outrage and misanthropic disgust.
  • Sad realization: With the bands playing at floor level and everyone jammed up front, you maybe get to actually see one band member for about 20 seconds.
  • New experience of the night: Moshing on a boat.
  • Noteworthy fact: A boat’s rocking can throw your mosh rhythm all off. It’s infuriating.
  • Favorite song of the set: “The Seventh Cavalry” with its slow, muscular crush.
  • Best piece of merch available: It forever shall be the Cannibal Corpse ‘I Cum Blood’ thong.
  • Best thing to hear directly behind you before a Cannibal Corpse set: “I might ralf.”
  • Next: Cannibal Corpse from Tampa, Florida.
  • Sounds like: Entrails, ripped from a virgin’s cunt.
  • Crowd reaction: Cauldron of hate, rotten body landslide, pit of zombies.
  • Huge realization: Now that I see him on the ground, vocalist George “Corpsegrinder” Fisher is not eight feet tall with flaming bile pouring out of his eyes. Go figure!
  • Incredible stage banter: “How’s everyone doing in the back? I mean, I hope good, but I can only see three people from down here, and no one’s going anywhere, so…”
  • New classics: “Evisceration Plague” and the absolutely neck-wrecking “Scourge of Iron.”
  • Old favorites: “Covered in Sores” and “Fucked aith a Knife.”
  • Least favorite dude in the pit: The guy in the hat who likes to grab my shoulder and use me as a post to balance himself so he can do his karate kicks.
  • Oh look: After doing his kung fu moves and getting tossed around, he’s coming back to use my shoulder a second and third time! Jackass.
  • Classic closers: “Hammer Smashed Face” and “Stripped, Raped, and Strangled.”
  • Unpleasant aromas experienced post-show: Everyone, the harbor, my balls.
  • Drop-off point: 23rd and FDR Drive. Great, now I get to walk the seven avenue blocks in the cold to the R train.
  • Regrets: None.


Photos: Dethklok, Machine Head, All That Remains and The Black Dahlia Murder at Hollywood Palladium