By 1992, ‘heavy metal’ had quickly become a dirty word. The genre’s image-obsessed mainstream identity was a ghastly shadow of the ground-level hunger that had once endeared it to the world, with former street urchins donning oversized blazers and singing glittery bullshit about girls half their age. Thrash had become long-winded, the satanic fury of yesteryear giving way to mid-paced seven-minute chug-alongs, while death metal felt to many listeners like hostile, unlistenable territory that only the sickest kids wanted to explore. Being a weirdo dirtbag who wanted to smoke some weed and go see a Vincent Price flick was, it seemed, a thing of the past. But through it all came a shining neon light: La Sexorcisto: Devil Music Vol. 1, the third full-length album by White Zombie. With this rec...