Once a week C4 brings it, oh how it brings it, with a rousing two hours of heavy metal.
All the videos seem to be the same; black clad moderately overweight men with bad facial hair, performing vocal assaults on an entirely innocent microphone. The lyrics are indistinguishable, but usually revolve around wanting to have Satan's babies or the nocturnal hobbies of Werewolves. Well so the titles would have us believe. I think there is a strong possibility the lyrics relate to the perennial concerns of oily 30 year old computer geeks everywhere. Give me Cheesey Puffs! occasionally venturing into heart wrenching tales of when Mom accidentally bleached their favourite dragon long sleeve tee.
Obviously I was inspired by my viewing of the show the other night. The mysterious Mr. M and I discussed the beauty of the videos at length, particularly with reference to the widdley wee arpegio/chromatic scale guitar solos the songs abound with. Which set us to wondering, man cannot live by Cheesy Puffs alone; just how many of these virtuosic guitar players sustain masturbatory injuries? I bet A & E is inundated with them, every night.
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