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Putting the ‘brrr’ in ‘bree.’ I’ll stop.

Hard-hitting metal journalism of the highest order.

Alright, who stepped on the butterfly when we got out of the time machine?

Hey DJ, can you play my abstract, slit-your-wrists black metal track?

You’re hired. You’re fired.

They’ve got more records than Guinness

Not to guilt trip, but we already rented the tux. . .

Rock out with yer clock out

It’s my party, I can mosh if I want to

Do your downward-facing digits