Well there are two areas to explore here. The quality of the music and it’s message. And the parenting we endured. I became a metal head for both reasons. My parents music didn’t resonate with me. The over simplified music structure just bored me. There wasn’t anything epic about it. And then the message didn’t resonate when it was all happy rose gardens and unicorns. My dad was an abusive asshole. Metal gave me that angry outlet.

At least my mom understands where I come from even she doesn’t understand why I listen to what I listen to. She divorced him and shit changed. Now my son loves metal and his mom doesn’t get it.