Glam rock dreamer with a soft spot for power pop anthems and the theatrical chaos of oshare kei. I collect vinyl like some people collect memories—each one a portal to a different era where leather, eyeliner, and unapologetic attitude ruled everything. Arctic Monkeys to Mötley Crüe, Queen to SID, my taste is a beautiful contradiction wrapped in distortion and drama. Equally at home headbanging to arena rock or getting lost in the psych-rock rabbit hole at 2 AM. Life's too short for boring playlists.