Ghost Cult continues to fly the flag of Slayer high, and customarily we celebrate the life of Jeff Hanneman, who passed away on May 2nd, 2013. Jeff left an indelible mark on all of metal through the music and performances he created with Slayer. His legacy as a riff maker, songwriter, soloist, and metal personality has not been dampened since his death. In the time since he passed, Ghost Cult observed Slayer as they released a final studio album with Jeff’s contributions (Repentless), had a legend take his spot live (Gary Holt of Exodus), released a comic book with Jeff’s likeness, completed their final world tour ever of two years, released an incredible film/music video trilogy (The Repentless Killogy), former bandmate DaveLombardo wrote a loving tribute to his fallen friend, and we have written two career-spanning retrospectives (read them here and here) on the end of the band. Every night on that final world tour, Slayer honored Jeff during ‘Raining Blood’ with the still reigning banner. Hail Jeff and Hail Slayer!
Excerpted from Ghost Cult’s original Hanneman tribute in 2013:
“I can’t believe I just wrote the words Jeff Hanneman, legendary guitarist of Slayer, passed away; but I did. I really didn’t want to believe it was true and me being ever the skeptic, I was sure Slayer’s Facebook page was hacked and this was a sick joke. But it wasn’t. Jeff Hanneman really passed away yesterday at the young at of 49 from liver failure, with a lot of life in him and many riffs we won’t get to hear.
Jeffrey John Hanneman was born in Oakland, California in 1964, but grew up in the Southern California town of Long Beach. Growing up in a family full of military veterans, including his father, sparked a lifelong fascination with war, warfare and the repercussions of it on society. His curiosity would later lead some to charge Slayer with prejudice and Nazi-ism, but that has all been squashed over time. Even as a young man, Jeff felt the pull of metal and of classic metal bands like Iron Maiden and Judas Priest which he later bonded with Kerry King over. A young Jeff was drawn to the anger and discontent of early Hardcore Punk bands such as D.R.I, Minor Threat, Discharge, GBH, Bad Brains, Suicidal Tendencies, and his local favorites, T.S.O.L. This left an indelible mark on Jeff’s writing in Slayer, and of course led to the making of the covers album Undisputed Attitude in 1995. In addition to punk covers and one original Slayer song, the album featured four Jeff-penned songs from his aborted punk rock side project/supergroup Pap Smear, which would have featured Dave Lombardo and Rocky George.
Jeff will of course forever be remembered by Slayer fans and fans of thrash metal in general for his lyrics, riffs and solos that punctuate most of the classic band’s most prominent hits. ‘Angel Of Death’ arguably the best and most recognized song of the classic thrash era. Of course also wrote the music and or lyrics to some of the all-time great metal songs such as ‘Raining Blood’, ‘War Ensemble’, ‘Seasons In The Abyss’, ‘South Of Heaven’, ‘Dead Skin Mask’, ‘Disciple’ and many more. What really impresses me thinking about him is how Jeff wrote many of the most underrated songs in the bands’ catalog: songs like ‘Spirit In Black’, ‘Hardening Of the Arteries’, ‘213’, ‘Behind The Crooked Cross’, my personal favorite, ‘Die By The Sword’. He also wrote most of the excellent songs on his last album, World Painted Blood. As a lead guitarist, along with King, he forged a style that broke out of the typical box of typical Pentatonic scale, blues players to play solos that mirrored the chaos of the songs and the subject matter. Doing that style at the height of early 80s shred, was brave stuff for the times, indeed. The sound of his leads will always be unmistakable.
This musical legacy he has left behind is essential to the history of the genre and can never be undone. Jeff was glad to stalk his side of the stage, feel the roar of the wall of amps behind him and the crowd out in front of him going apeshit. He was glad to share the spotlight rather, than muscle into it and take it over. His style was undeniable. His scowling face of hatred and evil joy as he soloed his fingers into oblivion is something I will remember, always.