The woman working on the food truck who just took my order asked me about my shirt. I told her it’s a band and she squinted and asked “what is their name?”
The shirt in question:
*listening to guttural vocals*
Me: Yeah, this sounds awesome.
*listening to slightly different guttural vocals which my brain dislikes*
Also me: Man, this sounds like dogshit.
I saw a wholesome death metal moment during Dying Fetus where a guy in the crowd FaceTimed his buddy and gave him a view of the show and then flipped the screen around occasionally so they could head bang together and then flip it back to the band. Dudes rock.
One time on a black metal FB group I asked for albums with crisp and clear production because I have a difficult time with the really raw and low fidelity stuff, and some people got mad at me and insisted that I don’t really like black metal then.
My wife has requested a new metal subgenre: Brunch Metal
Her 3 minimum requirements are:
1. At least some clean vocals at times
2. Throw in some saxophone solos
3. Guitars that weedily-weedily
The irony of these “real men” and “alpha males” saying people are too fragile and wouldn’t survive in the old ways of the world: the primary means of survival is learning and adapting to your environment, and yet these guys cannot handle the cultural shifts of modern world.
I am surprised how thin-skinned some people can be when it comes to differing opinions about metal bands since the general public dislikes metal music. We should all be accustomed to most people not liking our music choices.
People who complain about a band they enjoy touring with a problematic band:
1. Bands have to answer to managers and labels and fulfill work contracts.
2. It’s a job. I have had to work for and alongside shitty people with whom I disagree, but that’s part of being an adult.