He's bloody headbanging as he drives — a very dangerous activity —, with his pendrive blaring rage metal through the system.

"BUT YE DON'T COMPREHEND IT! I FIGHT 'ELL AND I FIGHT FEAR!!" he screams, each guitar shred and riff creating and increasing your migraine, the bridge of your nose pinched between your fingers, trying to steer the headache away.

And.. well, he seems so happy. As if Korn and Slipknot run through his bloodstream. You barely want to ask him to turn it down, yet alone turn it off.

"BECAUSE I UNDERSTAND 'T! AN- is something wrong, luv?"