Heavy metal - even the most depressive and desolate one - puts me in a good mood! Edith always incredulously asks: "Doesn't listening to this
make you feel aggressive?" And I go: "No, on the contrary, it relaxes me. It's like sports activity (or sex!) to me."
These three always have me grinning from ear to ear, they're dumb in such a great way:
Heavy metal is like McDonalds: A guilty pleasure, not good for you, you can't always take it seriously, but utterly reliable in its soothing effect. Not to be missed.