Before there was Type O Negative, there was Carnivore.

Three men, dressed up as if they were out of a Mad Max movie, in a post-nuclear apocalyptic New York City, and singing songs about the same. Brutal, unforgiving, unapologetic.

I remember when a friend of mine back in high school first played a tape for me. We had no idea who the band was, but we thought the songs were hilarious (no, we didn’t take it seriously, and neither should you) and the music was good. Later we came to learn it was Carnivore. While the band was short-lived, they left the mark, reforming now and again to play shows. Apparently there will be a new album in 2009.