Could be interesting:
Gabby Riches, a master’s student in the faculty of physical education, is writing her thesis on mosh pits for a degree in recreation and leisure studies.
Riches, 25, has been a heavy metal fan since she was 15. During her undergraduate degree, she decided to combine her hobby and her studies and asked one of her professors if she could do a paper on metal music and immigrant integration.
Her professor liked it, so she did another paper on women’s experiences in heavy metal. She realized she was interested in music fans, so that led her to study mosh pits for her graduate degree. Riches also runs a student group called Heavy Metal on Campus.
Moshing started in the early 1980s in the American hard core punk scene. A band called Bad Brains used to yell at their audience to “mash it up.”
“But the singer had a thick Jamaican accent, so people heard ‘mash’ as ‘mosh,’” said Riches. – Edmonton Journal
A use for academics and English-speaking Canada in the same post. Awesome.
They should really do a study on acceleration-deceleration brain injury due to headbanging.
This is why nobody takes academia seriously anymore.
[Malefic:]
Yo, man… There’s a lot of hipsters out there flakin’ and perpetratin
But scared to really kill themselves
[Hipster:]
Man, you’ve been doing all this dope automutilation
You had a chance to show ’em how it’s done…
[Malefic:]
So, what you want me to do?
Depress Yourself…
[Malefic:]
I’m depressin’ with my full capabilities
And now I’m livin’ in a mental facility
Cause some don’t agree with how I cut this
I get straight, put the blade to my wrist
I’m drippin’ blood, my behaviour is self-pitying
I close the curtains and put on Nirvana’s Lithium
Blame it on my parents… Because they put me on this world
I spent all of my teenage years without a girl
Add that I’m suicidal
And I use drugs
Wish someone please would just give me a hug
Cuz I’m sad. Cuz no one understands me
I don’t think anyone else can feel this lonely
and tired. I think I’m gonna end it
And don’t try to stop me bitch!
As I add a can of zyklon-B
To my ebay wishlist
Even if Sunn O)))
Sells cd’s to dumbos
I still depress, yo, I need money to smoke crack
Cause its known to give a brother brain damage
And that’s good cuz I want my brains to vanish
Into nuthin’
And you and me are all equal
Let’s be a Per Ohlin sequel…
Depress yourself…
Do it good…
Depress yourself…
Come on do it…
[Hipster:]
Hipster music, is not for the pop chart
So where should a hipster like you start depressin yourself?
My boy’ll show you how
Yo Malefic
What Up?
Drop some sleeping pills right about
[Malefic:]
Now, gettin’ back to my suicide
Yeah that’s my dream, and it’s alright
Malefic is back. New tracks, just as hollow
Depressin’ is my subject
Because 14-year-olds like to follow
The words, the style, the trend,
The records I sell
Again and again and again
Yo, you on the other end
Hanging from the ceiling from a rope with no help.
There’s no stressin’ or cash-in
I’m just depressin myself
It’s crazy to see people be
What society wants them to be. But not me!
SUICIDAL…
Is the way to go
They know
Others make albums that fail
To be original
Or what about deathcore trendies?
Forget about Lord Satan
Play just for technicality
Some musicians listen to prog at home
But scared to make progressive music
When up in the studio
Yeah, they want brutality
But you won’t hear none
They rather exaggerate some superstition
Varg said no to jews and took a stand,
But after prison he started using garageband
But maybe now at least you’ll hear him on the radio
Will you ever hear Xasthur? Hell no!
Cuz you know my songs ain’t all about elves
I’ll always leave suicide notes to…
Depress yourself…
Do it good…
Depress yourself…
Come on do it…
[Violent J:]
A pessimist
Yo Malefic is the name for
That makes depressing records
That’s what he came for
Promoting suicide cutting open himself
Cuz it’s important that you cut your arms to…
[Malefic:]
Depress yourself! From the heart
Cause if you wanna start to be really dark
Then depression is a big part of it
You ain’t melancholic when you play, you ain’t shit
Playing like a madman, sounding like a thrash band
I will prove that you’re all just hoes
I got atmospheres in my music, darker than a Marilyn Manson show
Take a lesson – sing about depression
And if you start bleedin,
I got a little napkin for ya
I might ignore your record because I’m not a guest singer
I wrote my last album in the darkest of winter
It’s Malefic on the mic, gettin suicidal
Doin’ the dirt, Xasthur isn’t just for nerds!
It’s for everyone, but you already know this
I grew up on Fleetwood Mac, Carpenters and the Beatles
I got no humor, I’m the product of babyboomers
Malefic is the most depressed guy from the suburbs
When I start depressin myself, hipsters, slam it
Cause if choke myself like this I’ll only get brain damage
I’ma be too depressed, and need a straight jacket
Yeah I’m suicidal, and I’m ready to back it
So, when you see Xasthur, an MDD on the crack
Gues who’s is back – I’m back
And we gettin black on this track
Let’s do more drugs, why care about your mental health?
I promise I’ll kill myself if you’ll just.. Depress yourself!
Depress yourself…
Do it good…
Depress yourself…
Come on do it…
F
U
C
K
O
F
F
J
U
G
G
A
L
O
C
L
O
W
N
!
!
1
I’m angry too. Depressive suicidal might be totally overdone by now but Xasthur has some great albums.
(using the […] character fucked something up the first time)
Malefic:
Yo, man… There’s a lot of hipsters out there flakin’ and perpetratin
But scared to really kill themselves
Hipster:
Man, you’ve been doing all this dope automutilation
You had a chance to show ’em how it’s done…
Malefic:
So, what you want me to do?
Depress Yourself…
Malefic:
I’m depressin’ with my full capabilities
And now I’m livin’ in a mental facility
Cause some don’t agree with how I cut this
I get straight, put the blade to my wrist
I’m drippin’ blood, my behaviour is self-pitying
I close the curtains and put on Nirvana’s Lithium
Blame it on my parents… Because they put me on this world
I spent all of my teenage years without a girl
Add that I’m suicidal
And I use drugs
Wish someone please would just give me a hug
Cuz I’m sad. Cuz no one understands me
I don’t think anyone else can feel this lonely
and tired. I think I’m gonna end it
And don’t try to stop me bitch!
As I add a can of zyklon-B
To my ebay wishlist
Even if Sunn O)))
Sells cd’s to dumbos
I still depress, yo, I need money to smoke crack
Cause its known to give a brother brain damage
And that’s good cuz I want my brains to vanish
Into nuthin’
And you and me are all equal
Let’s be a Per Ohlin sequel…
Depress yourself…
Do it good…
Depress yourself…
Come on do it…
Hipster:
Hipster music, is not for the pop chart
So where should a hipster like you start depressin yourself?
My boy’ll show you how
Yo Malefic
What Up?
Drop some sleeping pills right about
Malefic:
Now, gettin’ back to my suicide
Yeah that’s my dream, and it’s alright
Malefic is back. New tracks, just as hollow
Depressin’ is my subject
Because 14-year-olds like to follow
The words, the style, the trend,
The records I sell
Again and again and again
Yo, you on the other end
Hanging from the ceiling from a rope with no help.
There’s no stressin’ or cash-in
I’m just depressin myself
It’s crazy to see people be
What society wants them to be. But not me!
SUICIDAL…
Is the way to go
They know
Others make albums that fail
To be original
Or what about deathcore trendies?
Forget about Lord Satan
Play just for technicality
Some musicians listen to prog at home
But scared to make progressive music
When up in the studio
Yeah, they want brutality
But you won’t hear none
They rather exaggerate some superstition
Varg said no to jews and took a stand,
But after prison he started using garageband
But maybe now at least you’ll hear him on the radio
Will you ever hear Xasthur? Hell no!
Cuz you know my songs ain’t all about elves
I’ll always leave suicide notes to…
Depress yourself…
Do it good…
Depress yourself…
Come on do it…
Violent J:
A pessimist
Yo Malefic is the name for
That makes depressing records
That’s what he came for
Promoting suicide cutting open himself
Cuz it’s important that you cut your arms to…
Malefic:
Depress yourself! From the heart
Cause if you wanna start to be really dark
Then depression is a big part of it
You ain’t melancholic when you play, you ain’t shit
Playing like a madman, sounding like a thrash band
I will prove that you’re all just hoes
I got atmospheres in my music, darker than a Marilyn Manson show
Take a lesson – sing about depression
And if you start bleedin,
I got a little napkin for ya
I might ignore your record because I’m not a guest singer
I wrote my last album in the darkest of winter
It’s Malefic on the mic, gettin suicidal
Doin’ the dirt, Xasthur isn’t just for nerds!
It’s for everyone, but you already know this
I grew up on Fleetwood Mac, Carpenters and the Beatles
I got no humor, I’m the product of babyboomers
Malefic is the most depressed guy from the suburbs
When I start depressin myself, hipsters, slam it
Cause if choke myself like this I’ll only get brain damage
I’ma be too depressed, and need a straight jacket
Yeah I’m suicidal, and I’m ready to back it
So, when you see Xasthur, an MDD on the crack
Gues who’s is back – I’m back
And we gettin black on this track
Let’s do more drugs, why care about your mental health?
I promise I’ll kill myself if you’ll just.. Depress yourself!
Depress yourself…
Do it good…
Depress yourself…
Come on do it…
LOOL
In your ideal Nietzschean Eurocentric fantasy land, “moshing” would been seen as degenerate behavior.
Now the funeral is over
And all the tears are dried up
Niggas hangin deep on the cut gettin fired up
Lookin for the nigga who pulled his pistol on my homie
An eye for an eye so now your life is what you owe me
Look deep into the eyes of your motherfucking killa
I want you to witness your motherfucking murda nigga
And since you wants to kill then your ass has gots to fry
But ain’t no police therefore your ass has gots to die
We play the game for keeps and if you slipped I guess you sleep
You showed no fuckin now your ass is six feet deep
Cuz where I come from yo everybody’s gotta gat
And niggas try your ass just to see where you got your heart at
And if your shit is flimsy then your ass is gonna bend
And like I said before they’ll be no tears in the end
I’m rollin through your hood and now my heart is filled with anger
You at your sister’s house now your sister’s life’s in danger
(By a total stranger)
With tha gang
Niggas wanna bang ya
And hang ya
Stain ya wit one up in the chamber
Let’s take a trip up Holaway
So you can see how many niggas in my hood is down to die today
We standin’ up for our own shit
And if you outside the click then you die bitch
(Quick)
It ain’t no love in this motherfucker
It ain’t no love for yourself or your other brother
Uh because we real with this shit so we stay true
And since we bang then we do what O.G. say do
I’ve got the mind of the man in the mirror so I’m lookin’ at me vaguely
But I can’t seem to fade me
I’ve got my pistol pawn cocked
Ready ta lay shots nonstop until I see your monkey ass drop
And let your homies know who done it
Cuz when it comes to this gangsta shit you motherfuckers know who run it
(Uh)
So when you put this motherfucker to the test
You gotta realize somethin’ nigga: you fuckin’ wit the very best
I got this killa up inside of me
I can’t talk to my mother so I talk to my diary
I’m goin’ off on the deep end
I found myself face to face with myself while I’m sleepin’
I see your picture in my head and my hand shake
You can run, you can hide, but there’s no escape
My inner feelings show no mercy on my enemy
I got to get this mutherfucker fore he gets to me
So in your own blood you’ll bathe
And I won’t stop until I put this mutherfucker in his fuckin’ grave
And I can say this once again
You can cry but you’ll still die
They’ll be no tears in the end
A degree in recreation and leisure studies?
“Could be interesting:”
??? lol Get the fuck out of here.
I don’t understand all these negative comments. What’s wrong with studying metal? Hell, I’ve dedicated my life to the inquiry of armpit hair. Did you know that the tip of one strand of armpit hair contains upwards of 10^6 molecules?!!
NO MOSH! NO CORE! NO TRENDS! NO FUN
BAD BRAINS FOR THE WIN!!!
Back in the day when most ofyou fuck were not even born, I was fucking moshing breaking bones and puking blood and windmill headbangin to reign in blood or battery inc.
You had to be there when bands were in their prime to understand, but your weren’t so shut he fuck up posers!
I imagine that fat South Park WoW guy.
Back when it was called speed metal right?
Since there are many rap fans among the commenters here, can anyone recommend me any good vegetarian rappers?
Here’s some good rap, I know hessians don’t usually like it, but this is really brutal and intellectual an’ shit.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uKbdnwsGyLc
Awwww Fuck! Chuck’s on a killing spree again
With guillotines for men
I walk around town with a frown on my face
Fuck the whole world, fixing to catch a murder case
The murder rate
May increase if your caught up in the world
While it’s dyin’, I guarantee your fryin’ cause I am
On the verge of knocking muthafuckas out for no reason
Once I get down there’ll be no breathin’ it seems when
Muthafuckas wanna calm down, put his palm down
Seems I gots to lay the law down
Now its on pow what you to do? I’m askin’ you
Step to face I’ll break your ass in two, bastard you
Rather swim in some fuckin’ hot tar
Before you fuck with Willie D cause what I got for
Your ass will make your shit your meal
Cause it’s “Die muthafuckas, die muthafuckas!” still
How many niggas brought they irons tonight? [Tell me]
How many niggas wanna ride tonight? [I do]
Pick out our victims when the time is right
We get they ass up off the corner cause they dyin’ tonight
Niggas be all up in my mug
But it’s a different story when them muthafuckas coughing up blood
[When he died, looking in his eyes, was he as he cried]
I bust another cap in his ass and he died, time is 5
Niggas be shootin’ the gif like they for real
But when it jumps, they ain’t got no murder skills
So Bill just chops ’em down, watch ’em fall
And cut they ass head to toe, jaw to jaw
But I’mma make your bitch ass holla
Cause I’mma put a hole in your head
The size of a half a dolla
[Fuck around and get your cap peeled cause this is]
“Die muthafucka, die muthafucka!” [kill]
“[…]women’s experiences in heavy metal[…]”
Stopped reading there. GTFO Angela Gossow. Also, there is no use for Canada.
Moshing is retarded
coming here to say that is also retarded, oh well, i’m an idiot!
Is this supposed to be anecdotal?
I sure hope so, otherwise ANUS has gone down the toilet, concerning journalism.
pointing out things about retarded comments is also retarded
infinite loop
Shut your wigger asses up!!!!
FUCK ICP, FUCK KORN, AND FUCK SLIPKNOT!!!!
FUCK WIGGER METAL!!!!
I BET IF YOU POSTED COMMENTS LIKE THAT ON EVERY SINGLE CANNIBAL CORPSE VIDEO YOU WOULD BE #1 COMMENTER IN EVERYONE BRO