Now drop the tuning.
Black metal's church burnings were not political statements—they were metaldeas made flesh. Doom metal's glacial tempos are not about depression; they are the sound of a riff contemplating its own death for seven minutes before deciding to continue anyway. You know you have encountered a true metaldea when analysis fails. You cannot explain why the snare sound on a particular 1992 death metal demo makes you feel like you understand the heat death of the universe. You cannot justify why a slow, single-note chug in 11/8 time feels more true than any philosophy you have read. That is because you have stopped listening to metal and started thinking through metal. metaldea
Metaldea: not music about ideas. Music as the idea. Heavier than any possible content. Now drop the tuning