While at the South by Southwest music conference earlier this year, Henry Rollins remarked that if music had ever been capable of providing a real basis for widespread social and political change, it would have done so by now, and that artists should realistically set their expectations on persuading listeners to vote. Be that as it may, one would be hard-pressed to find a band that addresses the Bush administration and life in America post-9/11 with the brazen confrontational fury of Britain’s Napalm Death. Both politically and musically radical, Napalm Death has come to represent the voice of left-wing rage in heavy music as much as the Dead Kennedys and Corrosion of Conformity occupied the same space in their day.

Considering that Napalm Death’s extreme speed—riffs played so fast that the music actually creates an illusory sensation of slowing down—was considered ludicrous at the time, it’s a minor miracle that the band didn’t just, uh ... flame out shortly after making its now fabled entrance into public recognition via a John Peel radio broadcast in 1987.

Instead the band forever altered the course of heavy metal history. Now, an act that could easily—and by all rights and reasonable expectations—have condemned itself to novelty is about to turn the corner on its 25th year and enjoys the same progenitor-icon status that Motorhead, Bad Brains and Metallica do in their respective genres.

One can make a case that Napalm Death merely traffics in rhetoric that provides an emotional anti-conservative, anti-corporate release but no substantial platform for activism. Only one of the band’s members, frontman Barney Greenway, feels passionately about politics, and, though he does employ decidedly pointed imagery, he favors an abstract lyrical structure and growls his lines so that few of the words stand out. For onstage banter, Greenway doesn’t avoid his subjects but does shy away from out-and-out preaching.

On the other hand, in a genre still heavily plagued by meat-headed patriotism, the fact that Greenway spoke out in a 2003 interview against the “jingoistic, pro-war sloganeering,” which he observed from American metal bands while the band was on tour in the States at the start of the Iraq war, stands as a welcome breath of fresh air. Greenway’s open acknowledgement of the plight of minority metal fans in the same interview and rebuking of the stereotype of the metalhead as a “racist knuckleneck who doesn’t care about people” give thoughtful metalheads even more reason to rejoice. Moreover, when the presence of Nazi skinheads remain a very real threat to concertgoers, speaking ill of neo-Nazis onstage, as Greenway does at every show, becomes a political act with a tangible impact—even as just a gesture of solidarity that few in Greenway’s line of work would make.

For this New York visit, Napalm Death appears at the Knitting Factory, which seems appropriate considering the band’s once-favored status among avant-garders: thanks in part to John Zorn’s famous comparision between “grindcore,” as the band’s music is known, and free jazz. On its face, Zorn’s comment reeks horribly of an overly academic music snob slumming for credibility in the fashionable extreme-metal ghetto. In hindsight, however, Napalm Death’s artistic merit stands vindicated. A 15-year-old interview that’s made its way online shows a lovably naive Greenway standing among his bandmates and declaring that music can’t get any heavier than Napalm Death. Of course, he has long since been proven wrong. If anything, we know now that metal operates on a central law: what gets heavier ... must get heavier.

But the members of Napalm Death had to suspect that the countless bands they influenced would use the same envelope-pushing spirit that they used to define their sound. Nonetheless, where speed and heaviness have been carried to even further extremes, Napalm Death has managed to stay vital and keep up with the pack by insisting on constant creative growth—something few of its younger peers have even properly conceived of, much less matched.

Dec. 21. Knitting Factory, 74 Leonard St. (betw. B’way & Church St.), 212-219-3132; 6, $22/$25

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