When my son and I first set eyes on Mitch Lucker and Suicide Silence, it was the single best band of Mayhem Fest 1. We stood three rows back from the stage when the band came out with bravado. Then, this skinny lead singer, stomping his feet and banging his head, came to stage front and just started to wail. We just looked at one another, having never seen anything like it in our lives. This guy stood on a box and screamed his lungs out. He banged his head and threw his arms out and looked up at the sky and yelled at the top of his lungs. It was spine-tingling. It was the new metal, alive and in our faces.
My son and I have seen Suicide Silence at least three times since then (he saw them four, I think). We met the band, and my son has an autgraphed t-shirt by the whole band hanging in his room. Each time, the band gives 100%. Each time, amazing that a human being can scream for so long, and so loud.
Mitch died on a motorcycle on Halloween night. R.I.P Mitch. You took it to a new level for us.