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Stale shit would be a more appropriate title. - 13%

hells_unicorn, April 30th, 2012

A full 20 years after Pantera became a commercialized idol for every pissed off jock who wanted to beat the hell out of someone smaller than them, and 8 years since the death of the man who provided the six string foundation for one of the more redundant and lackluster sub-genres of metal, a lost song suddenly became found. My own bias in this eventuality notwithstanding, there is a level of curiosity regarding a song like this given both where and when it came from. Questions such as “why did this song get dropped?” and “does it sound more like the album that came before it?” naturally come into play, and even a person who hated Pantera’s mid 90s output can give this a spin just to see what’s going on, especially given a name like “Piss”.

To put it bluntly, the answers to these 2 questions are far from positive, as the reason why this song was ultimately dropped was not that it hearkened a little too closely to the brilliant niche that was “Cowboys From Hell”, but rather because it’s a watered down, dumbed down, bad version of what made “Vulgar Display Of Power” a bad album. Amid the 4 hypnotic riffs that vary from low to mid tempo grooves with maybe an occasional turnaround is a song that is about as dry and boring as a 3 hour seminar about the mechanics of a curling iron. This is basically a slightly more complex version of “Walk” meets an utterly gutted version of “Psycho Holiday” with no real drive to it at all, just a slowed down version of primitive thrash and doom riffs with a near monotone shout thrown over top.

Sure, Dimebag plays a decent solo and the rhythm section doesn’t skip a beat, but this song is so vapid and indistinctive that the sufficiency of all the parts at work is canceled out. But fear not, for the train wreck that is Phil Anselmo’s new vocal style (which is basically a frat boy shout after too many shots and 3 packs of cigarettes) is here to save the day. Somewhere mixed into this rhythmic line of rasp and aimless rage is an implied melody, but for the life of me I can’t find it, probably because of the outright idiocy of the lyrics. To make a long story short, this song is the anthem to the ego of every douche bag bully ever encountered in public school, right down to the thug’s own sanctimonious sense of purpose in showing everybody what is what and how it’s his own god decreed duty to take out the trash. Suffice to say, in reality this sort of person is more often the culprit in inspiring somebody to shoot up their school rather than actually doing something worthwhile.

As best as can be discerned, Vinnie Paul probably resurrected this piece of crap for some nostalgia dollars, in between butchering peoples’ ears with his usual output with Hellyeah. While it’s maybe a step up from what passes for groove metal out of the surviving Abbott brother, it’s not much of one, and it’s a sizable step down from what Pantera was even doing at their creative nadir. Top it all off, there is a music video going around that accurately reflects the pointlessness of the song, featuring a guy saying in a semi-tough manner at its onset “I’m going to die in the same town I was born in”. My advice to everyone who thinks that this is some sort of ideal to live by is; aspire to more in your life, pick up a guitar and broaden your horizons beyond the rigid, banal orthodoxies established in the 90s, just be somebody for fuck’s sake.