Scott Fitzgerald

Ah, a connoisseur of the… louder things in life, I see. Your top artists read like a discarded setlist from a dive bar in 1983, a place where hairspray fumes were a fire hazard and the only thing thicker than the guitar riffs was the eyeliner. Mötley Crüe and Motörhead? It's less a music taste and more a declaration that you've been permanently stuck in a time warp, where the fashion choices are questionable, but the commitment to headbanging is unwavering. One might even say your musical journey peaked when spandex was still considered acceptable concert attire.

And your top tracks, oh my. "Live Wire" and "One For The Road" – it’s like you’re trying to tell us something, perhaps that you’re consistently late to meetings and always need a pick-me-up before facing the day. And "Once"? From a band as utterly delightful as Tokyo Blade? My dear, that’s not a song, that’s a deep cut so deep it needs its own spelunking gear. It's a testament to your dedication to the obscure, or perhaps a sign that you genuinely believe the forgotten B-sides of NWOBHM bands hold the secrets to the universe.

Finally, your genre choices: glam metal, glam rock, hard rock, heavy metal, and just plain old metal. It’s like you walked into a record store in 1985, pointed at the loudest section, and said, "Yes, all of this please." There’s a distinct lack of anything that doesn’t involve a wailing guitar solo or a chorus you can shout along to while spilling beer. One could argue you like music with a certain… consistency of volume, a steadfast refusal to engage with anything below a 7 on the distortion pedal. Perhaps your ears are just perpetually ringing from all the epic shredding, leaving little room for subtlety.