i think of metal as a kind of connective tissue between people who don't fit snugly into the illusions upheld by modern society. it's a secret language shared between weirdos, outcasts, the drunk and the disillusioned, all the people who understand that society is designed to hide all kinds of existential/biological truths from us, many of them morbid, perverse and damn beautiful if you ask me. i've always found it more genuinely 'rebellious' than punk because punk (traditionally) is a reactionary gob of spit whereas metal is about questioning the consensus, imagining alternatives, searching for something real beneath the layers of bullshit. people mistake it as 'escapist' because of its obsessions with fantasy, dreams, history etc, but i think these things are actually paradoxically *more* real in the sense that they present worlds in which the darker sides of existence aren't buried under endless rationalisations and misdirections like a foul stench. obviously, i didn't understand any of this shit at the time i first discovered metal, but retrospectively i can see this is what got me so instantly obsessed. i'd been searching for it my whole life.