Biclops

Clamoring deafeningly above the trembling soundscape, there stands the Biclops. Just as the mythical beast glares parallel, staring down with depth perception unscathed, so too does the musical beast assault its instruments with two wrathful hands. One eye upon the metal, one upon some artsy-fartsy progressive band with a pretentious title, the Biclops unfurls its arms to ensnare all of your musical portfolio, and then crushes their skulls into a mass more dense than the center of the sun.