I was too much a child to have my own music taste. I remember tripping looking at the cover art for Black Sabbath’s Dehumanizer and Iron Maiden’s Somewhere in Time from my cousin’s LP collection. I listened to my dad’s Krig-ha, bandolo! by Raul Seixas on the cassette player nonstop and would sing its devilish songs at full volume on the beach without understanding what they were talking about.
Don’t care, beautiful hair and beautiful tits.