Northeastern grit meets worldwide metal obsession—I'm wired on the raw energy of pernambucano rhythms colliding with death metal's unrelenting heaviness. Caught between Amorphis' melancholic depths and the pure aggression of Testament, my world runs on distorted guitars, blast beats, and that rare breed of intensity that refuses to compromise. Type O Negative's gothic darkness and Lamb of God's visceral fury shape how I see everything; I'm drawn to the unpolished, the authentic, the sounds that demand respect. Whether it's Trivium's technical precision or Exodus' thrash assault, I exist in metal's shadows—building, questioning, destroying expectations one riff at a time.