Cannibal Corpse rocked Arizona
Cannibal Corpse making a stop at The Van Buren in Phoenix Arizona. Picking up and furthering the sounds of “Autopsy” and “Death,” they are the undisputed benchmark for extrememetal. You hear their DNA in every brutal band that came after. Frontman George“Corpsegrinder” Fisher remains a force of nature, headbanging with the same ferocity and passion that defined his presence in the late ’80s, captivating audiences with his commanding stage presence.
From the second they launched into the set, the energy was pure, unfiltered chaos. Riffs likerazor blades, drums that could shatter concrete, and those bass lines from the one and onlyAlex Webster—you don’t just hear them, you feel them shaking your skeleton. How Paul(Mazurkiewicz) keeps those drums pounding all these years is a feat few can follow. Bob Barrettand Eric Rutan on guitars flat out shred, and keep the Cannibal Corpse classic soundpumping.The band’s technical precision is unbelievable; they play at the speed of light, yetevery single note, every complex time change, and every sickening riff is perfectly executed.
Yet, amidst the relentless onslaught of bone-crushing riffs and guttural vocals, Cannibal Corpse reveals a subtle tongue-in-cheek humor woven into their lyrics, adding an unexpected layer of depth to their already formidable sound. Corpse grinder’s banter between songs is the best part of the whole show—a genuine, down-to-earth metalhead cracking jokes and challenging theen tire venue to a headbanging contest (a contest which, let’s be honest, he always wins). He’s the most wholesome guy delivering themost depraved lyrics, and that contrast is pure gold.
When they ripped into classics like”I Cum Blood”and the unstoppable finale of”HammerSmashed Face,”the crowd was a single, unified wave of sweaty, maniacal devotion. The moshpit was a beautiful disaster, a swirling vortex of friendly violence where if you fell, you were instantly pulled back up. This isn’t just a band; it’s a legacy. Cannibal Corpse live is the definitive death metal experience—a celebration of extremity that leaves you exhausted, battered, and already counting the days until you can do it all again. They didn’t just play a set; they demolished the venue.
Photos and Review by Mike “Bengo” Bengoechea