a quick dEad story of the past, circa 1987. We had an upstairs rehearsal studio in the legendary Rock Garden in San Jose, CA. A new group moved in next door to us. They were excruciatingly horrible, younger than us, maybe 19-21. They were tuned so low, growling horrible vocals. Their bass player would come over and talk to us, we were pretty sure he was a sociopath headed for incarceration. When asked he said their style was "grindcore", the first time I'd heard that term. They left. A few years later my brother saw this guy on the light rail, obviously homeless, talking openly incoherently about violence and such. So maybe metal doesn't always save lives