The dudes who make metal -- even the most searing, scorching, planet-swallowing metal -- are just dudes. (And women.) They are not mythic overlords, kings of the mysterious lurching wastelands of the imagination. They are human beings. They own cars and pets and hoodies. A lot of them have day jobs.
The dudes who make metal -- even the most searing, scorching, planet-swallowing metal -- are just dudes. (And women.) They are not mythic overlords, kings of the mysterious lurching wastelands of the imagination. They are human beings. They own cars and pets and hoodies. A lot of them have day jobs.
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