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The name Missy Higgins needs no introduction, really. After numerous chart topping singles, a swag of ARIA awards and live slots at prestigious shows like Live Aid and Wave Aid, Missy has become a household name. And then there is Tim Rogers. Tim has toured Australia and the world countless times with You Am I and numerous other projects. He too has worked his way into our homes over the years, also with his own share of accolades. 
Think on death for a moment: the claustrophobic, stifling depths of the tomb, the gradual disintegration of body and bone and the desperation, the irrepressible dread that engulfs the ponderer of his own mortality. Honestly, the term "death metal" seems something of a misnomer when one then takes into account the trend-ridden, self-parodying mess of overproduced, louder-than-thou and fast-as-fuck "brutality" which characterises the genre today. 
