Showing posts with label Philip Anselmo. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Philip Anselmo. Show all posts

8.17.2009

ASSHOLES OUT OF VOIVOD




So New Orleans native/grumbling retard/enemy of Metal Phil Anselmo is awesome at tarnishing good shit, from the crackling crunch metal of Exhorder (Slaughter In The Vatican holler) to onetime tourmates Morbid Angel to well to pretty much everything with which he is even nominally connected. And it goes without saying that his ego problems toppled Pantera, as his grouchy crybaby routine didn't garner adulation with the same intensity as the bright, smily, huggable Abbott brothers. Which threatened his pwecious widdle self-worf. He's too foul to even bitch about, an unreachable jackass on whom your breath would be wasted. A drunk college girl who both wants to go home and to the taco stand and who at last simply vomits down the front of her dress.

We're detouring into unworkable metaphor here, but the point is Anselmo has irrevokably tainted Voivod's "Nothingface" after the asinine fathead joined history's most interesting band on stage somewhere in Canada last week. I'd put the clip up there but y'know come on let's not foul Voivod any further.

7.29.2008

TOTAL ASSHOLE TO TELL LIFE STORY



Even at Pantera's dizzying peak, Philip Anselmo was second fiddle to the fabulous Abbott brothers. I guess that makes him third fiddle but whatever: Like David Lee Roth, Anselmo was huge, even in the shadow of mega-talent. Fame promptly squandered, Anselmo rushed to begin his second career as a full-time blowhard, warring publicly with the world's cuddliest guitar player when not shitting out awful records (yes, Down sucks ass) and wasting drugs. Want to know more? You bet you do. From Blabbermouth:

Vocalist Philip Anselmo (Down, Superjoint Ritual) has begun writing his autobiography. Anselmo apparently revealed the news to photographer Ross Halfin Sunday following Down's performance in Istanbul, Turkey opening for Metallica. Halfin writes: "I walk to the dressing room and Phil grabs me for a hug [and] tells me he's writing a book about his time doing what he does and it'll include his time in Pantera."

Hey Phil, me and the girls from marketing worked up a teaser for your forthcoming tome: Do you love delusional ex-junkie bullshit? Do you read Dave Mustaine's blog and own a copy of The Heroin Diaries? Do you want the inside story of a bitter, envious cockbag's plan to stifle, belittle, and derail modern Metal's most charismatic figure? Buy Buttboy From Hell today!