I have kind of a cute story about that second band, though. You know the girl in the band, the keyboardist? Well, her entire extended family was sitting next to me at the bar (which meant I had to clap for each song, ugh). Now, that band was laughable on many fronts, but the idea of corpsepaint or black metal vocals wasn't the main problem -- however,
that's the kind of stuff you'd expect the parents to focus on and be worried about. But her family was so supportive. The dad complained a bit about the volume, but when she came over to them at the end, they were full of compliments and encouragement. I thought that was superb parenting.
Made me smile. You'd think most parents would be all freaked out that their child is worshipping the devil or some bullshit.