The Thousands

Few things in life are as gloriously macho as metal. The dizzying high of a good head-banging session, the bracing whiff of men pressed against men in the moshpit, the joy of chanting ‘Beelzebub! Beelzebub! ‘ while punching a fist – preferably with pointer and pinky extended – in the air. All these things combine to make metal one of the most awesomely rad things a guy can get into. And Sanna Charles knows it.
**Originally from London, Sanna’s spent a good chunk of her life following Slayer around the world photographing the band and their fans. She describes a scene backstage at a gig in Donnington (the dust bowl of England) as her ultimate Slayer experience: "It [the tent housing the stage] looked like a cage-full of wet, helpless kittens. When the band finally came on, the whole place erupted and everyone seemed to forget that they were about to die five minutes before…There were a lot of men loving other men, but not in a gay way. It was very primal."

As expected, SLAYER RULES is rife with ugly denim vests, greasy, shoulder-length hair and freaky looking teens. But you know what? Who gives a shit. For metalheads, life’s a whole lot more fun than a frikking fashion parade. Rock on, dudes.