"At first I was queasy; I'll never forget the sound of the scalpel cutting a body open. But it was so cool trying to work out how these people died"
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Queasiness is the moral alibi here, a quick nod to normal human revulsion before curiosity takes the wheel. Davis stages the line like a confession that refuses to stay repentant: the sensory detail of the scalpel’s sound is intimate, almost cinematic, and it’s doing double duty. It proves he was really there, and it anchors the experience in the body - not in abstract “death,” but in meat, incision, and noise. That realism makes the pivot to “so cool” land with a jolt.
The subtext is about permission. In a culture that polices fascination with death as either pathology or tasteless entertainment, Davis frames the autopsy as a puzzle: “trying to work out how these people died.” That phrase launders the thrill through competence and analysis. It’s not gawking; it’s investigation. Yet the word “cool” betrays the emotional charge - the adrenaline of proximity to taboo, the satisfaction of narrative closure wrestled from a corpse.
Coming from a musician, the quote reads less like a clinician’s detachment than an artist describing raw source material. It echoes the way certain strains of rock and metal metabolize horror into craft: take what’s unbearable, stare until it turns into structure, rhythm, meaning. The intent isn’t to shock for shock’s sake; it’s to admit the uncomfortable truth that dread and fascination often share a bloodstream, and that creativity sometimes starts by leaning into the very thing that makes you want to look away.
The subtext is about permission. In a culture that polices fascination with death as either pathology or tasteless entertainment, Davis frames the autopsy as a puzzle: “trying to work out how these people died.” That phrase launders the thrill through competence and analysis. It’s not gawking; it’s investigation. Yet the word “cool” betrays the emotional charge - the adrenaline of proximity to taboo, the satisfaction of narrative closure wrestled from a corpse.
Coming from a musician, the quote reads less like a clinician’s detachment than an artist describing raw source material. It echoes the way certain strains of rock and metal metabolize horror into craft: take what’s unbearable, stare until it turns into structure, rhythm, meaning. The intent isn’t to shock for shock’s sake; it’s to admit the uncomfortable truth that dread and fascination often share a bloodstream, and that creativity sometimes starts by leaning into the very thing that makes you want to look away.
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