The Past Is a Lie
The Stench of Redemption is the name of a Deicide album. With its melodicity, after the nondescript bowel movements and contract killers that preceded it, the album in question is stimulatingly capricious. But we are not interested in that.
We are interested in the Moment, the snap of time, the minuscule Zeitgeist, the train wreck of an era signalled by the release of that album. Yes, we are interested in the Hoffman case. As prompted by the title and Glen Benton’s rants at the time, it did take its toll. Remember, no line-up changes had happened since the inception of the band. Since, there have been some alright. In the following, Glen Benton talks about the time things started to go wrong with the guitarist duo, flushing down a (partly) glorious past with no sign of respect or gratitude. Take it as a humorous aside, a pitiful vignette, or one Amon brotha media-talking to two others, whatever you may wish. It is here for reasons not wholly explicit.
“They just stopped caring. Human being wise, they are a couple of racists and I can’t stand to be around persons like that. They have no respect for people that do the thing that they do. That’s been the way with me and them for years. We’ve always hated each other. They’ve always been jealous of me. Towards the end, they just didn’t give a fuck anymore. They stopped showing up to do tours and they started cancelling shows, telling me the band would be nothing without them.
“Our publishing deal is what finished them off. Our publishing deal with Roadrunner was split four ways, no matter who wrote what. Now in the new contract whoever writes what gets paid for it. So if you don’t write a song, you don’t get paid for it. Their contributions on Scars of the Crucifix were minimal; Eric wrote two songs, Brian wrote one. Publishing, they only got paid for that. When they got their first checks, they quit the band. Me and Steve got the bulk of the publishing because me and Steve do the bulk of the writing. They always told it wasn’t about the money – well, it was about the money. If they only had shown up with more material, they’d got paid for it. They always wanted to blame it on me. ‘Oh, I never showed up for practice and lalallaa.’ Well, I didn’t show up for practice until I absolutely and positively had to because I couldn’t stand to be around them. I did what I had to do for my own and Steve’s sake. I can’t stand them, man. I will never perform with them again.
“The things what they said about Steve’s dad dying were uncalled-for and totally inhuman. They do it to themselves. Now they’re dealing with law suits from this, that and the other, getting DUIs for drinking while driving. They’re in a lot of trouble and shit and they’re lives are fucking miserable. Guess what—it’s called karma. They treated me and Steve like shit for years, fucking us in ten thousand different ways. Now, they’re paying for it. They call Steve and want to come back into this band. They’re never coming back to this band. The band has always been me and Steve, and it will always be me and Steve. It will only get bigger and better because we got rid of the bullshit. Their quitting of the band was the best thing they ever did for the band.
“They’re a couple of fucking babies. They have to be sat like they’re couple fucking babies. And we’re men now. We’re not babysitting nobody. You don’t want to do your job? Somebody else will. That’s the fucking bottom line. Now they’re working regular jobs and finding out what’s it like to struggle in this life. They’ve never had that. They’ve always relied on their mommy to bail them out of every situation they’ve ever gotten into. They’ll have to stand on their fucking two feet and be men. I say good luck to them.”