On December 16, 1996, Sepultura’s chief architect Max Cavalera left the band and, overnight, they went from being one of heavy metal’s brightest sparks to having their entire future in jeopardy. Not that I remember any of this, of course. I was eight weeks old.
As the news breaks that Sepultura are about to embark on one last tour before splitting up, I am a 27-year-old man. I’ve lived in seven different homes, started school, left school, graduated uni and carved myself a career in journalism. And, for almost the entire length of my life, people have been demanding that the Brazilian extreme metal legends should get their old singer back. It’s a wild statistic.
