A consistent theme in the metal/deathcore subgenres is the musician's love for having an astronomical amount of ink covering their bodies. Not to say there aren't dudes in true metal with their share of tattoos, but it seems like the modern metal poseurs all have some strange obsession with egregious body art running up their neck and scribbled across their bare nipples. There's so many doodles all over some of these dude's epidermis, that it looks like just a sea of color from far away. So let's have Suicide Silence frontman Mitch Lucker break down (npi) for us the intricate meanings and personal sentiment between each one of his tattoos:
"I don't know why I got an owl. They go 'hoo-hoo' and stuff..."
Of course we can't bring up a scrawny, malnourished body covered in meaningless tattoos without inviting BMTH's Oli Sykes to the party:
I guess when you have twizzlers for arms, getting a pair of full-sleeves done is quite a bargain in tattoo work by the hour. Compared to the rest of us, who've carried a six pack or two at some point in our lives and have limbs that aren't comparable to that of a 14-year-old girl.
