Death metal can pay the bills. If you work hard, pinch pennies, keep a careful ledger, sell a shit ton of merch, and/or play in bands named Cannibal Corpse, Morbid Angel, and Immolation. Sometimes, however, the financial remuneration that comes with playing a tensile, body racking brand of metal and singing about, well, death just doesn't cut the economic mustard. Which was unfortunately the case with long-time Suffocation frontman Frank Mullen (a.k.a. Frank the Tank, Death Chop Frank and probably a whole bunch of other goofy nicknames that have been lost to the black hole of inside tour jokes doused in liberal helpings of alcohol).
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Really, though it took Mullen a good five years, at least, before he ultimately made the decision that something had to give when it came to juggling work, family, turning the corner on life's back nine and a suffocating (sorry…) tour schedule that has only increased in concert with the band's upward popularity trajectory since signing to Nuclear Blast for 2009's Blood Oath. That alone should tell you that for most of these folks, it's more about the love of the game and not just the buckaroos. Heck, even the tour which begat this album, which was supposed to be his final run with the band before his official retirement, wasn't his final tour as he reportedly hooked up with his old mates a year later for one last chop at Japan.