In Defense of Heavy Metal and Crowdfunding: Again We Bang Our Heads in Disagreement

Metal heads are a fickle lot. If there’s one thing we all know how to do well it is voice our opinions loudly in the hope that everyone around us will bend to our indomitable will. Whether we’re arguing the finer points of King Diamond’s “Abigail” versus “Them” or who can spew the most facts about how many band members a group had (reciting their names verbatim in chronological order). As newer trends rise within music and in the technological world around us, more arguments from within the scene rear their ugly ten-horned, seven heads like some monstrous dragon from a fantasy novel about a resurrected dead guy and whores. Lots and lots of whores... Anyhoo, crowdfunding is our latest pariah and boy are there a lot of strong opinions…and whores!

Let’s start off with what crowdfunding actually is for those who have heard the term, said it was stupid, then wandered away and listened to their bootlegged digital copy of Old Funeral. According to Wikipedia (it never lies…NEVER) it is “…is the collection of finance from backers—the ‘crowd’—to fund an initiative and usually occurs on Internet platforms.” So basically you ask for money from friends, family, and strangers with the hope that a certain monetary goal is reached in order to record, master, print, and distribute music. Some bands utilize crowdfunding for other purposes such as paying for a new tour van…

Or help finance tours which they otherwise could not have afforded.

What makes asking for cash through websites like Indiegogo or Kickstarter stick in people’s craws and make their stainless steel undergarments chafe? Is it because the platforms are gaining popularity and make the discussion between investor and investee impersonal? Perhaps these platforms have become intermediaries in an arena where do-it-yourself (DIY) truly meant cutting that third party out? Why is it that now, when the technology is there, in place, and proven successful are Hessians being such sticklers about asking for money? Even though online crowdfunding sources charge a percentage of what is raised, is it really that much different from asking your friends, family, strangers, or maybe even applying for a bank loan to help you out? Did you notice this entire paragraph is made up entirely of questions? Cool, huh?

Like a public corporation, a potential downside for the lazy musician in all of us is that crowdfunding holds a band responsible for releasing a product on time in order to satisfy its investors. Because that’s what the people who are contributing to your art are and they want to see a return on that investment. Not necessarily monetary but a finished product would be nice. Now that may sound intimidating to many musicians out there. Deadlines can be scary and goals…holy hell, goals are the worst! What successful artist ever made goals and stuck to them?

Believe it or not, there are a lot of bands who aren’t on labels or have mass distribution. Most labels nowadays do not support their roster as they did back before the Interwebs so artists have to be flexible and adjust with the times (unlike the record companies). With the increase in DIY recording and being able to make an album sound professional from the comforts of home, recording costs have been halved or taken out of the equation almost entirely. The real costs come with album art and design, what kind of media the music is printed on (vinyl, cd, etc…), distribution, and promotion.

Los Angeles-based Cobra Venom is one of many examples of a DIY band with no label support who exceeded their modest financial goals (twice) using crowdfunding. They released two projects and delivered what they promised to their fans. Black/Thrash band Vrawsche exceeded their goal as well, released an album, and even donated a portion of the additional funds back into their community. Why are these success stories horrific to Hessian purists? Is crowdfunding another version of “selling out” to Luddite metal heads? These bands made it clear to anybody who contributed money to their projects what they would receive based on donation level. Nothing else. Nada. This isn’t some Washington D.C. fundraiser where the rich press hands with other rich people and garner favors and back door deals. It’s about supporting music, not egos.

Like any other investment opportunity in the real world, crowdfunding can be risky and there are a few bad apples. If you donate $10 to a campaign, were guaranteed a copy of the music, and the band doesn’t deliver, you’re out $10. It will piss you off and you’ll stew and curse and wish you could have spent that $10 on a twelver of Natty Light or something equally exotic. But the cost to the band is greater. Pissing off your entire fan base and cheating them out of money is not exactly the best way to keep your musical project going (see Blake Judd).

In the end though, it’s really about the fans of the music. We constantly hear the battle cry of “support your scene” and “support this band” but when it comes to actually opening up wallets and putting money where our mouths are, the Bitch Fest Bonanza™ erupts. Crowdfunding is not a demonic technology used to pilfer your hard-earned money and funnel into a black hole of lost artistic integrity. You are getting new music or seeing a tour that you helped finance. You helped contribute to a successful project and have helped a band you enjoy listening to achieve success. Some call it begging, some call it charity, but what if…hear me out…what if crowdfunding is actually investing in the future of a band no matter if they are DIY or Obituary? Imagine that. Supporting your favorite bands directly instead of indirectly. What a concept.

Campaign for Death Metal Purity 2010: In the Beginning...

As I sit here in the confines of my sweltering office in California, I’m overcome by
exhaustion, excitement, disappointment, exhilaration, and other adjectives that describe
my various emotional states after the official end to the Campaign for Death Metal Purity
2010. The experience was fraught with ups and downs, lefts and rights, and left hooks we never saw coming. So here I sit, with an ass load of notes and pictures and now you will witness my attempt to put this whole tour into a somewhat cohesive narrative.

In the beginning, the idea for this tour started earlier in the year shortly after Gravehill
ravaged Texas in February with Ibex Moon label mates, Hod. That’s all I know about
how this soon to be do-it-yourself (DIY) tour began. I’m just a bass player so I’m never
in the loop until someone needs money, hookers, or bags of flour. Mostly money
though. All that I know is that I was told in March we would be doing this thing and to
prepare. I follow orders very well.


As the months wore on and the time drew near to prepare for this adventurous outing, logistical issues had to be worked out. Trailers, flight arrangements, who are we staying with in what state, etc... It was a lot of work that probably prematurely aged all of us by a couple of years. Thorgrimm took the brunt of this organizational nightmare from the Gravehill camp and he looks like an 80 year old man now. At least he has all of his teeth.

Fliers were created, shirts were made, and word on the street was starting to spread. Blabbermouth ran the announcement of the upcoming tour (with the accompanying Internet nerds talking shit) and all seemed to be going according to plan. Until one fateful day only two weeks before embarking on the tour I received a rather disconcerting call from Thorgrimm. Below is a transcription:

Thorgrimm: Dude, the tour’s canceled.
Me: Hahaha, yeah right.
Thorgrimm: ...
Me: Fuck.

Tour support from the label evaporated into the air for some reason. The money we were expecting for rentals and everything else vanished. I was furious. I left my office and walked around in the parking lot fuming. After kicking a puppy into oncoming traffic, I felt a little better and talked with Thorgrimm again. I decided to go into debt and finance Gravehill’s expenses from my own pocket. Yes, I’m an idiot. But after all the hype we put into this thing, to cancel it at the last minute was unacceptable. I had met people throughout the country that were anxious to see us, Cardiac Arrest, and Hod and I felt that we had an obligation to follow through with the tour. Tom from Cardiac Arrest fronted the money for a van, while Hod’s drummer Dennis used that money to cover the expense on his credit card. We all took a hit financially.

Things had fallen apart, but they were coming back together.

Gravehill's only option was to use Thorgrimm’s personal vehicle which is a full-size SUV (With a hemi!! Whatever that is...). It was the only vehicle available that could pull a trailer as rental companies in our state are really bitchy about their van rentals, tow packages, and such (i.e. they don't allow it). I spent my own money to give the vehicle an overhaul. Everything was checked top to bottom and if a part even looked slightly worn, it was replaced. The SUV was running top notch and could hold five people so it was perfect for Gravehill. We rented a trailer on the cheap from a local friend and bought a tow package. It wasn’t a pretty trailer but it would suffice for what we needed it for. I tried to insist on stocking it with blow and maybe a dead hooker or two but everyone poopooed that idea cause we "needed the room" for important stuff. Whatevs.

Thursday, July 1st rolled around rather quickly. Gravehill met up at the practice studio in Orange, California, loaded my bass cabinet and rack, Bodybag’s guitar cabs, instruments, and personal baggage and took off. Well, most of Gravehill. I actually had a plane ticket to fly into Portland, Oregon so I would miss the first leg of the trip with the guys.

Stay tuned for the on-the-road adventures as told through the eyes of a true idiot...ME!

Campaign for Death Metal Purity 2010: In the Beginning...

As I sit here in the confines of my sweltering office in California, I’m overcome by
exhaustion, excitement, disappointment, exhilaration, and other adjectives that describe
my various emotional states after the official end to the Campaign for Death Metal Purity
2010. The experience was fraught with ups and downs, lefts and rights, and left hooks we never saw coming. So here I sit, with an ass load of notes and pictures and now you will witness my attempt to put this whole tour into a somewhat cohesive narrative.

In the beginning, the idea for this tour started earlier in the year shortly after Gravehill
ravaged Texas in February with Ibex Moon label mates, Hod. That’s all I know about
how this soon to be do-it-yourself (DIY) tour began. I’m just a bass player so I’m never
in the loop until someone needs money, hookers, or bags of flour. Mostly money
though. All that I know is that I was told in March we would be doing this thing and to
prepare. I follow orders very well.


As the months wore on and the time drew near to prepare for this adventurous outing, logistical issues had to be worked out. Trailers, flight arrangements, who are we staying with in what state, etc... It was a lot of work that probably prematurely aged all of us by a couple of years. Thorgrimm took the brunt of this organizational nightmare from the Gravehill camp and he looks like an 80 year old man now. At least he has all of his teeth.

Fliers were created, shirts were made, and word on the street was starting to spread. Blabbermouth ran the announcement of the upcoming tour (with the accompanying Internet nerds talking shit) and all seemed to be going according to plan. Until one fateful day only two weeks before embarking on the tour I received a rather disconcerting call from Thorgrimm. Below is a transcription:

Thorgrimm: Dude, the tour’s canceled.
Me: Hahaha, yeah right.
Thorgrimm: ...
Me: Fuck.

Tour support from the label evaporated into the air for some reason. The money we were expecting for rentals and everything else vanished. I was furious. I left my office and walked around in the parking lot fuming. After kicking a puppy into oncoming traffic, I felt a little better and talked with Thorgrimm again. I decided to go into debt and finance Gravehill’s expenses from my own pocket. Yes, I’m an idiot. But after all the hype we put into this thing, to cancel it at the last minute was unacceptable. I had met people throughout the country that were anxious to see us, Cardiac Arrest, and Hod and I felt that we had an obligation to follow through with the tour. Tom from Cardiac Arrest fronted the money for a van, while Hod’s drummer Dennis used that money to cover the expense on his credit card. We all took a hit financially.

Things had fallen apart, but they were coming back together.

Gravehill's only option was to use Thorgrimm’s personal vehicle which is a full-size SUV (With a hemi!! Whatever that is...). It was the only vehicle available that could pull a trailer as rental companies in our state are really bitchy about their van rentals, tow packages, and such (i.e. they don't allow it). I spent my own money to give the vehicle an overhaul. Everything was checked top to bottom and if a part even looked slightly worn, it was replaced. The SUV was running top notch and could hold five people so it was perfect for Gravehill. We rented a trailer on the cheap from a local friend and bought a tow package. It wasn’t a pretty trailer but it would suffice for what we needed it for. I tried to insist on stocking it with blow and maybe a dead hooker or two but everyone poopooed that idea cause we "needed the room" for important stuff. Whatevs.

Thursday, July 1st rolled around rather quickly. Gravehill met up at the practice studio in Orange, California, loaded my bass cabinet and rack, Bodybag’s guitar cabs, instruments, and personal baggage and took off. Well, most of Gravehill. I actually had a plane ticket to fly into Portland, Oregon so I would miss the first leg of the trip with the guys.

Stay tuned for the on-the-road adventures as told through the eyes of a true idiot...ME!