COREY TAYLOR
CMFT
ROADRUNNER
The master of Maggots puts on his party hat
METAL USED TO be fun. Back before it became a gigantic pity party, battalions of magnificent bozos would exalt the joys of getting wasted at the weekend in between riding Harley-Davidsons into swimming pools and ODing in the back rooms of strip clubs. Happier times. Stupider times. Corey Taylor remembers those days. He may have risen to fame as the singer with a band whose career was built on combustible self-loathing, but there was always the sense that he secretly knew where the party was at.