DRI: Thrash Zone
1989
Metal Blade Records
Format I Own it on: Compact Disc
Track Listing: 1. Thrashard 2. Beneath the Wheel 3. Enemy Within 4. Strategy 5. Labeled Uncurable 6. You Say I'm Scum 7. Gun Control 8. Kill the Words 9. Drown You Out 10. The Trade 11. Standing in Line 12. Give a Hoot 13. Worker Bee 14. Abduction
Here are a couple more old D.B & Slice cartoons...This one is called "D.B. Devours Slice"...
Now for "Slice & Slice Go for a Walk"...
Let's move onto today's record..."Thrash Zone" by DRI...Although I should probably step back a bit...There were two albums in-between "Dealing With It" and "Thrash Zone" that I don't own, but are important in the band's evolution...After the straight hardcore of the first two records, on 1987's "Crossover" the band went into a much more thrash metal direction, lengthening the songs, adding more complex song structures and heavy metal guitar heroics, but keeping the punk attitude resulting in the crossover-thrash genre...
"Crossover" is a great record and probably the band's most seamless mix of punk and metal...I've been feeling pretty nostalgic for it lately, so I'm hoping to score a copy again, so I can do a post on that one too...To be honest, I haven't ever heard their "4 of a Kind" album...I think I might be a poseur or something...
By the time DRI got around to "Thrash Zone," they were pretty much just a straight thrash band with a more down to Earth vocalist than most other metal bands...Focusing on more street-level concerns like gun control and partying than the usual heavy metal D&D/"Paradise Lost" imagery...
"Thrash Zone" was my introduction to the band via "Beneath the Wheel" which gained the band a lot of attention...It hit all my "fuck yea" spots as a kid...Bratty delivery about falling asleep at parties and getting crushed under the wheels of an adult society that's completely out of your control...Slow mosh riffs giving way to fast thrash... And one of the defining lyrics of my High School days:
"Run! Make the grade,Being a 14 year-old fuck-up, those lyrics represented some of the most profound wisdom I'd ever heard ...My "Siddhartha," if you will...But I have a feeling this is one of those albums where my nostalgia might be getting in my way...It's hard to say what I would think of it if I was hearing it now for the first time...I think it might be one of those "you had to be there" things....To be honest, some of the lyrics are so dopey that they're LOL funny (see the invocation of Woodsy the Owl in "Give a Hoot")...
School's a job you don't get paid..."
"A boot to your forehead,
A knee in your face,
Your nose and lips start to bleed.
Like a wild Indian
From outer space,
Drunk and high on weed..."
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