VH1's ongoing nostalgia campaign would have you believe that during the '80s, everyone listened to A Flock of Seagulls and Duran Duran. But in the smoking lounges and parking lots of mid-'80s America, thrash metal was the lingua fuckya of an angry nation of heshers, and Destruction was just as likely to get a shot in the tape deck as the Metallicas and Kreators of the world. But that was then and while Metallica now sucks, Kreator's still banging around, and (surprisingly) so's Destruction. After a decade-plus of wholesale lineup changes and questionable albums, a mostly reconstituted Destruction is touring across America in support of the forthcoming Thrash Anthems, a best-of that features re-recorded versions of classic Destruction "hits." Schmier's distinctive Germanic bark sounds gruffer, and the neck-snapping riffs are as crucial as ever, but the trebly attack of the band sounds different, almost fresh. Is it possible that after two decades of progress, technical advance and philosophical upheaval in the metal realms, the caveman crunch of thrash is exactly what the world needs? The moshpit says, "Fuck yeah."