Not everybody arrives at metal music in the same way. Some grow into it. Some later grow out of it. Some discover it through friends, or anger, or tragedy.
2002 isn’t exactly remembered as a vintage year for many in our musical bailiwick but to some it was a temporary interruption of the dark ages.
Cards on the table. I’m a Matt Skiba acolyte. I’m a worshipper at the alter of the lyricist in black.