A fat, awkwardly talented friend once wrote that the difference between rock and metal is that the former inspires adoration whereas the latter inspires awe. In simpler terms you might say rock is for sex, metal is for violence.
It both astounds and encourages me that people make anything resembling metal anymore. The theatrics and anti-theatric theatrics run as deep and wide as the chasm between scribbley webbies and painted hardcover epics. Where do (when did) you fit?



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