It’s still very much rock, but more ‘big girl’s blouse’ than ‘chainmail chemise’, and it can weaken the knees of the most battle-scarred veteran of the sonic wars.
It’s emotional, it’s empowering and, if experienced in a live setting with life-partner close by, it can induce the involuntary waving of a lighter in the air – although in these techno-conscious times the lighter is now typically replaced by a mobile phone (the Nokia Soft-Rockia being the choice of the connoisseur).
Well – whisper it softly – the answer is yes, the savage beast of screaming metal does indeed have a good fairy to balance out the wicked witch that generally holds sway. Say them once, and your fists will clench say them twice, and the veins on your forehead will automatically bulge say them three times (preferably backwards), and a demon from the darker corners of Hades will be summoned forth, pitchfork in hand.Īnd then, of course, there’s Thrash Metal, Black Metal, and – in the case of Swiss nasties, Celtic Frost – avant-garde Death Metal, sub-genres sure to spread even greater trepidation and angst…īut wait… what about the other side of this coin? Surely, the rock and metal world must have a softer, furrier underbelly, something to be tickled in front of the fire on those long winter nights?
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