I have a very carefully cultivated record collection. It runs the gamut from ancient 30's crooner tunes, through Jazz and Soul, early proto-punk, a lot of early 70's rock. It hits some rocky ground in the 80's, but I had a real taste for 90's indie rock and lately I've been consumed with modern minimalist composers like Steve Reich and John Adams. I keep hip with the kids, but in general my tastes are sort of esoteric and yet comprehensive. Snobbish, but welcoming.
And yet I cannot deny the delcious allure of Coheed and Cambria. Mixing up metal with proggy time signatures and youth-hearkening pop punk is just a fatal combination of everything I enjoy in my heart of hearts, like a chocolate covered Oreo. I DONT EAT NO NOM NOM NOM TRANS FATS.
Their lyrics are atrocious, the story behind them is even worse and yet I cannot deny my true love for Blood Red Summer. Let us rock.