What's with all this sub genre stuff anyway??
Your generation's musical options were severely limited by the expense of producing albums at the time. Not just anyone could make a record. You had to get signed to a major label, release a radio hit, and tour to promote your music.
Today, couple the widespread availablility of home recording equipment with the rise of the Internet and you have a musical spectrum that is no longer dictated by major record companies and the lowest common denominator listener. Thus, literally hundreds of unique sub-genres have developed worldwide with conventions that are so clearly defined that it isn't logical to classify them as one general style.
You wouldn't put Bach in the same boat as Shostakovich, would you? They're both "Classical" in the most generic sense, but that's where the similarity ends.
Grimace, Venturi - I suppose everyone who listens to reggae drinks ginger beer between bong rips, and everyone who listens to rap kills cops and sells crack, right? I get it! Every country fan beats his wife in a drunken rage after losing his job and squandering his savings in Vegas, then runs her over with his 4x4, every Classic Rock listener freaks in the purple haze with flying hippos, and every Classical fan is a boring old white Presbyterian.
Why do people always make these ridiculous assumptions based on what music people listen to? Your assessment of me sounds like something straight out of some Bible tract about the "evils of music."
I listen to extreme metal because I am a lifelong multi-musician and there is no other genre that consistently
offers such complex songwriting. If you are not a musician you probably cannot appreciate how difficult it is to play, nor would you recognize how much closer the scales and song structures are to Classical music than Rock. Progressive groups like Mahavishnu Orchestra have nothing on many of the bands I listen to.
That having been said, I'm off to bathe in the blood of Christian babies. In Nomine Satanae!
"The best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity." - W.B. Yeats