Thought I'd come at this drumming thing from a different angle. Of course the beat is habitually associated with dance and joy and sex and togetherness, but it's also associated with order and militarism and DEATH.
Deutschamerikanischefreundschaft's "Greif Nach Den Sternen" ("Grab The Stars") isn't really about death, but it exhibits that characteristic Germanic ordering idea of spiritual growth as an act of personal will. This kind of thing is utterly alien to Anglo-Celtic sensibilities, for whom transcendence by an act of the will must always be conducted through some external challenge against nature or the elements: the Ranulph Fiennes complex. Oswald Spengler was of the opinion that there are no two peoples in the world more different than the Germans and the English, and this helps to prove it:
I particularly dig the cymbals!
Next up it's A Certain Ratio's finest thirteen minutes, the blood-curdling "Winter Hill". Although largely an instrumental, it's not difficult to guess what it's alluding to, even if you haven't seen the holocaust imagery that pervades the band's records of this era. It's interesting how humanity likes to conduct its atrocities in bleak spots. Part of this is simply because the more disagreeable the environment, the further it is likely to be from prying eyes. But I think there's a psychological aspect too; that some places are somehow existentially fitting for massacre.
Finally, that most deathly of death bands, Killing Joke. Like Led Zeppelin, they're a group I (technically) admire rather than like. They make an undeniably awesome noise, but they're just a bit too generally unsympathetic and contemptuous of weaklings for my taste. No band has ever exhibited a sense of humour that is less funny and more disturbing. Terrific martial drumming from Paul Ferguson here though, unmasking the primeval totemism that underpins modern bureaucratised militarism.