Metal maniacs Lamb of God have apparently watched a lot of Willy Wonka. They’re putting their version of golden tickets in the first 100,000 copies of their new disc, Wrath (out Feb. 24 on Epic). For what they’re calling their “Escape the Plague” contest, they’ll be drawing winners for 100 prizes including lessons with guitarist Willie Adler and bassist John Campbell, a chance to sing on stage during sound check with the band, trips for two to see them in the U.K., actual band instruments and a chance to have vocalist Randy Blythe come to your house to cook barbecue. Other than the tantalizing secret spices in his signature Leg of Lamb of God, what surprises might the band’s barker cooking up during such a visit? Based on Blender’s recent interview with Blythe for our April edition of “Do You Rock,” party activities could involve drunken mopeding, arrests or bow hunting rattlesnake. (And those are the bits that didn’t make it into the April magazine piece!)
 
Below, a few of the interview outtakes. Oh, and start thinking about how you like your ratt’ler (we prefer Pittsburgh rare).

 
BLENDER: What’s your most memorable brush with the law?
RANDY BLYTHE: I got completely wasted and rode my moped home instead of my big gigantic car—like a responsible person. And it was raining, and it was five in the morning, and I was going about 5 mph and I wrecked the moped right in front of the police station, and there was a cop pulling in right behind me, and when he stopped, there were beer cans in my jacket and all over my backpack. I was spraying beer everywhere and the cop was like, “Have you had anything to drink?” and I was like, “Absolutely not.” Needless to say, I went to jail that evening. This was in Richmond, Virginia. Another time, I got beat up by the cops in San Francisco for squatting. I was out there traveling, riding freight trains and shit. I was sleeping with a bunch of people in an abandoned building and the cops found us and pulled us out and maced us all and beat the fucking shit out of me. The last song on our first record New American Gospel is about that experience, about the San Francisco police department. I love ’em.
 
B: Other than hopping trains, any other hobbies?
RB: Hunting with a bow and arrow when I was about 20. I’ve hunted with guns before, but I don’t know, it seems a bit unfair. I’m definitely not Ted Nugent, but I can put dinner on the table.
 
B: Have you killed anything really exotic or unusual? A bald eagle or something?
RB: No, no. As far as exotic, I guess, rattlesnakes, that type of shit. But that’s not that exotic, they have tons of those here.
 
D: Do you eat them? What’s that taste like?
RB: Of course. It tastes like snake. Some people say it tastes like chicken, all that shit. No, it tastes like fuckin’ snake. It has a very snakey smell to it. I don’t know how to describe it.