Dude, Shostakovich's 8th Symphony would melt your pants off. It is so foreboding and tragic and gloomy. It is like having your soul crushed under the heel of a corrupt and murderous bureaucracy. Knowing that Shostakovich loved Gogol, like I do, I feel like I know where he is coming from. Forget shitty metal, Shostakovich's 8th lets you know what it feels like to have your head held under water for an extended period, with only a brief relent at the end.