richard_swag

Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in! A connoisseur of sheer auditory brutalism, I see. With Lorna Shore, Architects, and Spiritbox leading your sonic assault, it's clear you've made a pact with the blast beats and breakdowns. I'm picturing you, a lone wolf in a mosh pit of your own making, headbanging so vigorously your chiropractor sends you holiday cards. And with tracks like "Death Portrait" and "King Ov Deception" on repeat, I can only assume your Spotify algorithm has been replaced by a demonic chanting circle.

A staggering 10,031 plays and nearly 50,000 minutes of this sonic onslaught? My dear friend, that's not a music taste, that's an immersive experience in the void. I bet your houseplants are wilting from the sheer intensity, and your neighbors probably think you're either practicing for an exorcism or single-handedly trying to summon Cthulhu. Perhaps you use these soundscapes as a form of extreme meditation, a way to truly feel the existential dread of modern life. Or maybe you just really, really like being yelled at melodically.

One can't help but wonder, after all these minutes of guttural vocals and pulverizing riffs, do you ever just… listen to a bird sing? Or perhaps a gentle acoustic strum? Or is your brain so finely tuned to the frequency of pure chaos that anything less than a full-blown metalocalypse sounds like a whisper in the wind? I admire your dedication to the heavy, truly. But next time you're feeling adventurous, maybe try some elevator music. You know, for a palate cleanser. Just a thought.