The story of New York City’s Helmet, and their place in the metal scene, is a deeply fascinating one. Picked up by a major label in the early 90s thanks to the post-Nevermind gold rush, they never really fit into the alternative rock box at all.
And yet their downtuned, mechanical, piston-like groove riffing style was arguably a catalyst for what would become nu metal a couple of years later. They’ve never truly received the credit for that, in the same way that, say, Rage Against The Machine, Faith No More or even Godflesh have, and nine albums in, their profile is far from what their legacy deserves.
