#metal elitists

[grossbabygoblin]

I don’t care how un cool and not edgy enough it is considered by ppl who like heavier music like. I love Waterparks and all my other fun funky pop punk and straight up pop artists so suck it. Metal and punk elitists get off my fucking dick.

[dramamccringe]

Metal elitists when metalheads listen to metal other than the two bands they know:

Metal elitists when not all music is metal (or the 1-2 metal subgenres they know):

Metal elitists when they say "this band isn't metal" about a band that isn't metal:

[thebladedancer1158]

I hate metal elitist pricks, fucking hell

[pissmoon]

Yes 'elitism' and genre purism in music scenes can be ridiculous at times but the way some people talk about it is like they think it should be illegal to criticize music

[n33dlew0rk]

I cyclically go back to some of my old favourites bc I'm a proud ✨music slut✨ and I was thinking about Roy Khan when he joined Kamelot. Like, the kinda uncharacteristic voice timbre for the genre and the short hair made me think of Steve.

And I don't necessarily headcanon Eddie Munson as a metal elitist, but for the sake of this little worm, let's say he absolutely is one. The nasty type, even.

So wouldn't it be hella funny if mid-thirties lead guitarist of average famous trash metal band Corroded Coffin Eddie'd find himself at a festival and suddenly smitten with power metal vocalist Steve Harrington?

Ok so, stay with me:

Eddie and the Corroded Coffin boys play some big festival in the early 2000s, not as headliners (I honestly can't see CC as that big, sorry), but still like on one of the late afternoon / early night slots. A plan they're pretty big fans of, it means they have a substantial crowd of fans and casual festival-goers listening to them, but they can get pretty buzzed and relaxed to enjoy the bigger names playing later afterwards. And they're all still in their mid-thirties so yk their lower backs hurt, sure, but they can still be menaces in the pit if they're motivated enough.

They do just that for a while, then around dinner time, someone's girlfriend (I'd like to think Jeff's bc I can totally see him not caring about genres at all) begs to go see this band she likes at one of the smaller stages. She's telling them that they just changed vocalist and this guy had to prove himself to the band by skydiving with them and that's so cool and she really wants to see them live please please please.

Eddie is not convinced, the name of the band doesn't sound familiar, but it's clearly fantasy inspired, and that leaves him with this nagging feeling that they'll end up to some obnoxiously cheesy act. He tries to divert the attention from himself and actually go eat something.

Manager and bff extraordinaire Chrissy Cunningham won't have it though, always careful with partners, family and significant others because she knows how the industry can turns artists into assholes. So she shoves all the boys towards the smaller stage, smiling wide and supportive of the girl who wanted to go there.

And wouldn't you look at that: the act IS, in fact, obnoxious and cheesy. The band has back up vocals that look more like a fucking choir. They have a keyboard that could probably replicate an entire orchestra, which means these guys are symphonic. Eddie shudders at the thought alone.

By no means the band has a big production, but they still have drape-like thingies stage-sides and candles and shit. A quick glance to the crowd has Eddie taking in so many men in leather pants and flowy-fucking-harmony-book-illustration-cover-vaguely-medieval shirts that will hunt him for a lifetime of nightmares.

Eddie groans as the band enters the stage and start playing right away. And yeah, there's no denying it anymore, it's clearly a power metal act- yep there it comes, the chirpy melodic riff and oh, oh yeah, melancholic keys and heartbreaking choir intro just joined the party. Eddie is actively glaring at Chrissy, but she just smiles and pats his back, shrugging apologetic.

And then.

AND THEN.

And then Eddie's future husband appears up there, in a puff of poorly distributed fake smoke, a too tight short sleeved black shirt, fairly normal black jeans with just a few straps on his juicy thighs, short and messy light brown hair and the sweetest boy-next-door smile.

This dorky motherfucker even dares to do a little bow to the audience.

This piece of cake with no tattoos whatsoever in sight and the attire of a very mild occasional I sometimes go to raves while vacationing in Ibiza because I have a very stable and probably boring white collar job and I need to decompress.

This absolute luscious chest forest bearer of a man struts to the barricade and starts singing with a tone so warm that it soothes half of Eddie's lifelong trauma and a lung capacity that could send at least two big tobacco companies bankrupt.

And for a minute there (or five, or ten, or whatever) Eddie kinda forgets why it was ever cringe to sing of doomed love, eternal devotion and, fucking, roses and flowers and passionate nights full of stars and promises and-

"Backstage pass" he starts shaking Chrissy's arm not taking his eyes off the charming vocalist.

Chrissy doesn't hear him right away, so she just cocks an eyebrow in a silent question, but Eddie keeps on staring at the stage like a man possessed and shouts louder "Get. Me. A. Backstage. Pass" and point a finger at Steve singing his heart out.

Chrissy snickers, not particularly surprised, and stands on her tip-toes to take Eddie's face in her hands, turning him to face her.

"Babes, you are an artist that performed at this festival", she lowers a hand to grab and wave in front of his eyes the artist pass attached at Eddie's neck.

It takes a few beats for him to gather enough brain power to understand, but as soon a as he does, he's dodging people left and right with a streak of mumbled "sorry man"s alternated with some more urgent "kindly fuck off"s to reach the front and find the nearest staff entry to flaunt his newly rediscovered access guarantee.

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After the encore, an absolutely delicious sweat drenched Steve exists stage left and bumps directly in a very much stunned Eddie Munson with hearts in his eyes.

Steve mumbles a distracted "sorry" and starts walking around him to follow his bandmates to the green room when Eddie reaches for his wrist and nearly shouts "WAIT".

Steve turns around again, looks at his own wrist wrapped in pretty ringed long fingers, then focuses on the owner of said fingers. "Uh, yeah?"

Eddie's watching him like he's the Eighth World's Wonder and promptly answers with "Hi, my name is marry me, will you Eddie Munson?".

In the time it takes Steve to blink a few times and lightly blush before bursting out a genuine laugh, he realises two thing: one, the man in front of him (and still holding his wrist) is Eddie Munson from Corroded Coffin and he his quite frankly hot; two, Eddie Munson from Corroded Coffin spent a good five minutes of his own band's set earlier that night to climb on a tall amp and proceed with a ridiculous tirade against "all the melodic sappy panty twisting crap that's tainting true metal".

So Steve slowly cocks his head, still smiling big, gently pats his free hand on Eddie's cheek and smugly tells him "nah, wouldn't want to taint your", he tries to lower his voice to make it sound tougher, while vaguely gesturing towards him "true metal, hot stuff". He also winks at him, for good measure.

Eddie once again takes a moment to recover and totally bypasses Steve's dig blurting out a "you watched our set???", ears reddening at the tips, face shocked and mouth open.

Steve finally manages to free his hostage wrist and gives Eddie an incredulous, hopeless once over, starts laughing again and walks backstage, shaking his head.

When he notices Eddie's not following him (still stunned, not offended, to be clear) e looks over his shoulders "are you coming or not?".

Eddie unfreezes then and sprints to join him.

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Eddie will proceed to follow Steve around for the remainder of the festival, walking on his knees and begging pretty please for a chance to explain the he actually meant other melodic sappy panty twisting crap, not Steve's.

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The next Corroded Coffin album is kind of experimental, features Steve's vocals on one track, pisses off metal elitists worldwide and gains CC a headliner spot in the next festival line-up.

[askthekoopsandjr]

Iggy you like corn?

[nihiltism]

why do i keep getting into communities i inherently have one-sided beef with (meaning, hate deeply and thus refuse to interact with)

[lords-of-mayhem]

Someone with a "I support gatekeeping" thing on their blog just reblogged from me 😂 I think you are in the wrong place

[testure-1988]

Ok I hate to really be THAT person but Type O Negative isn't a goth band

[thecreativemillennial]

Toxic elitist metalhead gets called out by an actual metal band. We need more of this

[aquareegia]

when guys in the metal scene (metalcore specifically) claim that a fandom is so annoying, why do they always blame it on the "FeMaLeS"? always pointing at women, who are just enjoying themselves and minding their own business. i swear, god forbid women enjoy anything at this point. 💀

[cryforthemoon44]

I think we really need to discuss the misogyny in certain band fanbases, particularly in the Bad Omens fanbase tbh.

The metal elitists in general hate it when women or feminine presenting people happen to enjoy something they also enjoy, and act like every fangirl in a bands fanbase is an utter creep when that simply is not the case. I've seen so many women and feminine presenting people get trashed online simply for being fans of Bad Omens, and they are constantly told that they are creeps and sexualising the band when the majority of them don't. Women and feminine presenting people were blamed for Noah deleting his social media accounts for example when there is zero evidence of that being a reason, and many people act like every woman and feminine presenting person who likes Bad Omens doesn't care about the music and that they just want to sexualise and thirst over the band, which is not the case. It's incredibly annoying behaviour because many men also find some of the band members attractive, yet you will never see them get any of the hate for it. All the creepy behaviour is blamed on women and feminine presenting people despite the people going to Noah's house and searching up his relatives obituaries being an extremely low percentage of the fanbase, and it's likely that some of these creeps were also men.

Being a creepy fan is not linked to gender and acting like all fangirls are creepy is pure and simple misogyny. It's simply not acceptable. Statements like 'fangirls only like x band because you find the members attractive' are rooted in misogyny, elitists. You cannot say things like that and claim to be a feminist. There are many men who also find male musicians attractive and some take it too far as well but they won't get anywhere near the same level of criticism. This applies to so many metal bands in the genre tbh and not just BO, but I've seen too many annoying generalising posts on Twitter about this band's non-male fans. The majority of fangirls just want to enjoy the music in peace, myself included.

[thisvisionofmyspirit]

Maybe a controversial opinion that y'all are going to take the wrong way but. Metal is a music genre, not a honorific title. People who say Sleep Token isn't metal might think they're insulting ST but they actually aren't. People who say ST is metal might think they're defending ST but they actually aren't.

"Is ST metal?" is a purely neutral debate. The answer, whatever it is, should only matter to you when you're looking for their discography at the store and you want to know what category they might be in because you have a bus to catch and you don't want to wander around the aisles for half an hour. It says nothing about the band's merits.

I think if we could all agree on that, we wouldn't get mad at each other.

[mortally-beloved]

people getting upset about him trending on tt as if male fronted gothic metal hasn’t always been one of the more popular alternative genres for the whole “hot male talks about love” thing

[pissmoon]

Dying species of 'black metallers are pussies and wimps, death>black' metalheads

[iamonlyhereforthefreefood]

Do you know know how jarring it was to hear a Ghost song and have it be like pop rock? Like bro with all the satanic imagery and shit I was expecting something heavier.