Born in the fires of exploding guitar amps, Metal Cats are typically found roaring dismal lyrics into corroded microphones. They are the original meat-grinding, whisker-bristling, thrash-core metallists. They worship the Dark Lord in addition to worshipping themselves. They are hedonists and nihilists and many more -ists that are too numerous to name here.
BEHAVIOR
Metal Cats brood about their dark pasts and even darker futures. They head-bang until the sky rains blood. They smash guitars and set fire to drumkits. They loudly rehearse their screech-core ballads at 3 a.m. when the Dark Lord is most potent.
WARNING
They will assault your eardrums with unfettered chord-splitting righteousness. They will immolate themselves to light up the stage. They will barricade the doors and burn down an Ed Sheeran concert. They will eat scalding pizza straight out of the oven, just to feel something. They are the shadow that falls over a sullen grave. They are a coagulated blood moon. They are raw. They are loud. They are Metal Cats.