METAL MUSIC: WHY NOT?
In the Kingdom of Squeak, the shriek that pummels eardrums to mush reigns supreme. Heavy Metal is the shriek that bleeds, that rips, that forces innocent babes under the bed in terror until it goes away. Heavy Metal is that “lost" plutonium, the shriek of the mutilated and chemically scarred, the forever-altered chromosomes of the Children Of Rarn, it is the music that unites the Cosmic Children under the Atomic Cloud of Screech.
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METAL MUSIC: WHY NOT?
In the Kingdom of Squeak, the shriek that pummels eardrums to mush reigns supreme. Heavy Metal is the shriek that bleeds, that rips, that forces innocent babes under the bed in terror until it goes away. Heavy Metal is that “lost" plutonium, the shriek of the mutilated and chemically scarred, the forever-altered chromosomes of the Children Of Rarn, it is the music that unites the Cosmic Children under the Atomic Cloud of Screech. Death to those who violate it, who eat the Head Of The Bat, who do not heed the Sacred Noise and Unholy Wail.
Heavy Metal is like M&M's. It melts in your mouth but not in your hands. Not in our hands, either.
Are you prepared to face the lifestyle that is Heavy Metal? To read about the powerful few who inhabit the Sacred Temple of the Terminally Deafening? Can you, we ask, ululate at will? In time?
Heavy Metal. The two words mean so much, to, truly, so many. It is the music that 17 million people have never heard on their Walkmans. It is the music that could never be grasped in the days of the Neanderthal — except on those nights of the full moon, when the scattered few who knew would come together mysteriously, purposefully, to place boulders in position so their descendants in Ten Years After could design an album cover many years later. It is music that burns, that once captured Joan Of Arc's cries of terror as the tongues of flame delicately carried her to the Eternal Kingdom Of Wow. It is. in the prophetic words of Franklin Delano Roosevelt, the Concept Of Yoohoo redefined.
It is all this and more.
Join us then, as we travel the Rocky Road. Heavy Metal’s heroes wait patiently, correctly, in line and waiting for your approval. Look at those Heavy Metal Heroes! There's Ozzy! TV Eddie! Yoohoo. Jimmy! They’re all here!!
And so are you.
Who?
—The Editors
