"Candy apples and razor blades 
  Little dead are soon in graves 
  I remember Halloween 
  This day anything goes 
  Burning bodies hanging from poles 
  I remember Halloween"
 The Misfits, "Halloween"  
Ah yes,  one of  my favourite  times of  the year  -- Halloween! Trick or treaters scurry like rats in a never-ending quest for candy, candle-lit  pumpkins  sit atop  chairs  and  porches, and  home-built altars with fire  and smoke are monuments to  the obsessive celebrant of this most Paganistic holiday. For  the metal fan in Toronto it was a  chance to  experience "murder  metal"  by the  likes of  Chicago's Macabre.  During my  long  trek to  Toronto, two  buses  I rode  were assaulted by eggs, while police cars and firetrucks sped by to answer the cries of  those affected by October's most  infamous day. Indeed, the full fury of Hell can only be felt on Halloween. 
Having arrived  an hour late,  I was  to discover the  doors had been closed an  extra hour meaning I hadn't missed  any of the nights festivities. Cool!  A couple of  Heinekens got  me warmed up  for the show openers: London,  Ontario's Blood of Christ. The  last couple of times I'd seen  them they failed to live up  to their full potential, but on  this night  they delivered  a very  strong set  of innovative death/black metal with some cool melodic touches for added flair. Two of the members felt the need to  dress for the occasion, as the first song was  performed with Jason  and Freddie Krueger masks.  Their new vocalist, whose voice has easily filled the vacancy left by ex-singer Conan  Bulani, unfortunately  contributes little  if anything  to the band's stage presence. This is due to  the fact that the band, once a foursome, is now  down to trio, with BoC's new  vocalist now handling bass guitar  duties as well.  Despite this, the guitaring  talents of Jeff Longo and  the excellent drumming of his brother  Jason were top notch, especially Jason's  lethal blast beats and  great cymbal work. Personal  highlights include  "Autumn's Twilight"  off their  amazing _The  Lonely Flowers  of Autumn_  demo,  and the  leadoff track  they played (an instrumental, I believe), which was executed in a delicate yet totally  harsh fashion. Working  on an independent CD  right now, there's no  question that Blood  of Christ  are one of  Canada's best metal bands. Great set! 
I was made aware of  Bunchoffuckinggoofs largely through the ads their  label  took out  in  M.E.A.T.  magazine,  a once  proud  metal publication which went bust years ago,  but never heard a single note of their music until now. As I  expected it was punk music, but I had no idea it  would sound this bad. Generic, lifeless  and boring... if it's  true that  Halloween is  the only  day demons  and spirits  can freely walk the  Earth, surely one of them would  have spared us from this musical  blasphemy! A sore  lesson was learned: some  things are best left untouched (or in this case, unheard). 
Montreal's Anonymus  followed, sporting  an obvious  metal sound with elements of thrash and death liberally sprinkled throughout. The occasional faster  parts made my  ears prick up, but  when regressing back  to their  normal aggression  levels I  quickly returned  to the conversation I was having. Not many in attendance were impressed, but it could have been worse, I suppose. More Heineken would be consumed, along with a little herb, as murder metal was soon to commence! 
Macabre, simply put, are like no  other band in the metal scene. To this day I find it surprising that death metal "legends" (a term I use  loosely)  like  Dismember  or  Bolt Thrower  have  had  so  much attention lavished upon  them, while Macabre, for the  most part, are less recognized  for their musical  genius. Macabre are a  cult band, plain  and simple,  and despite  the lack  of attention  they receive compared to  other bands, their fans  are amongst the most  loyal and diehard in metal. And don't be mistaken, Macabre aren't simply a live band... they are an experience to behold. 
Nearly repeating a classic set of material they executed in fine fashion this past  March, fine tracks from their  back catalogue such as "Fritz Haarman the  Butcher", "Nightstalker", "Montreal Massacre", "Mary Bell", "Vampire of  Dusseldorf" and "McMassacre" were delivered and  consumed by  their hungry  fans, each  song played  true to  the original and  full of energy.  In addition, they performed  a healthy number of tracks  off their latest record, a  concept album revolving around serial  killer Jeffrey  Dahmer called _Dahmer_.  Included were "Dog Guts", "Hitchhiker", "Cup of  Coffee", "Bath House", "Trial" and "Konerak". Maniacal  fans all  throughout the  night shouted  out the songs they wanted  to hear, as did I, with  fierce mosh pits breaking out during "Is it Soup Yet?" and "Albert Fish Was Worse Than Any Fish in the  Sea" off Macabre's underground  classic _Sinister Slaughter_. Beautiful. 
What  makes Macabre  so special  isn't just  that they're  great musicians,  but  they  deliver  a performance  onlookers  will  never forget.  Before  beginning  each song,  guitarist/vocalist  Corporate Death would  highlight the grisly  details on the serial  killer they were  about  to sing  about,  recounting  the  stories in  an  almost sinister fashion. At one point, during a brief pause in between songs due to a broken bass string, Corporate delighted fans with some fancy guitar soloing.  Why this man  isn't fully recognized for  his guitar skills I will never know. When one fan hollered for Corporate to show his  anger before  their  next song,  he obliged  and  gave the  most pissed-off look he could muster before striking the first riff on his guitar.  Now -that's-  a showman,  that  which is  sorely missing  in today's underground scene. 
My favourite moment on the night  would have to be the preceding minute to, along with the  actual performance of, "Zodiac". The crowd (present company included) shouted and screamed out our best and most twisted  "ZOOOODIAAAC!"  after  which  Corporate  Death  and  bassist Nefarious  traded off  their own  versions for  a couple  of minutes. Needless to say my  voice was shot at the end of  the night, which is always a good sign that a show went well. 
A long trip  home from the venue  left me with a lot  of time to pontificate  about  this  most  joyous day.  To  nostalgic  childhood memories  of egging  houses  and trick  or treating,  I  can now  add witnessing one of the best death  metal bands at their pinnacle to my chest of memories. Happy Halloween indeed!