I love metal music. However much my nerdy appearance can't support the fact, i am a metal head. But i am NOT a biased person. I love all kinds of music, but the music of my life is metal. Not the gore, screaming type, but the hidden melody type.
I listen to metal when i am happy, when i am sad, when i am hurt and of course when i work out. It somehow brings out my hidden emotions. In all that unclarity of instruments the clarity in head pops open.
When people complain "oh it's noisy" i don't blame them. It is noisy to those who do not suffer from tangled-emotion-syndrome. It's noisy to those who are distracted enough to not to notice the tune of harmony under all that chaos. Metal is the music of life, IMO. Under all that bullshit on our life, there's always a line of hope. The melody in metal is that line of hope.
Many people, though, DO NOT know how to make metal music. I don't understand the ridiculously heavy, monotonous distortion, and the competition of who has the fastest legs in the pedal. I appreciate metal for it's feel. I appreciate metal for it;s reason.
Therefore, those who hate metal, give it a chance. There is an amazing library of music out there waiting to be discovered.
Metal on, People. Raise those horns.
Call on to the viscous,
Pray to the lord of the chaos.
\m/
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