Whenever a musician that dabbles in extreme metal passes away, it’s a blow to all of us. You also can’t help but think of their lyrics and how violent they often are. When they die tragically, compared to the impact that the visceral scenes they create through their music have, I almost can’t help but see it as somewhat poetic. Mitch Lucker sadly was involved in a motorcycle accident last night, which resulted in his death in the early hours of this morning. He was only 28.
I realize Suicide Silence are regarded by many as being a thoroughly “-un-legit” band, but this doesn’t make this event any less upsetting. From all reports I could gather Mitch Lucker was a loving family man, great friend and a musician that was dedicated to his craft, and honestly, that’s all we can ask of one of our fellow human beings. He was a brilliant vocalist, (especially for the realm of deathcore), and served as a role model for many younger vocalists who were trying to find their voice.
I had the pleasure of seeing him live once. Originally, I was skeptical, but by the end of his gripping showmanship and near flawless performance I was enthralled and converted. While they’re not a band I would openly choose to listen to an album of (past a few choice cuts from the first record), they’re a great live act, and there is clearly a lot of unity between the band.
Here at The Monolith our hearts go out to his wife, his daughter Kenadee, his friends and the rest of Suicide Silence. He will be missed.
Rest In Peace Mr Lucker.