Mostly, metal acts like an off switch to my Central Nervous System ("Es tanzt das Zet-En-Es,tanzt das Zet-En-Es, tanzt das Zet-En-Es tanzt! etc) but occasionally I dig some out and let it fly. Well, I say fly...
Actually, choosing a drone / sludge / doom supergroup feels wrong now that I think about it. A Partridge choice.
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