Take a second to visualize George Fisher of Cannibal Corpse. His thick-soled jack boots support a beefy, taller-than-6-foot frame draped in black, a sweat-stained T-shirt sporting a bloody, grotesque band logo. His face, sprouted from mountain-range shoulders and a tree-trunk neck, is painted with a furrowing grimace half-covered by a cascade of back-length brown hair perfect for headbanging. One good stare from him prompts a sudden urge to urinate. They call him... More >>>