ABBA was the shot of adrenaline I didn’t know I needed. What a wild, unapologetic ride—that finale hit like a power chord ripping through the silence. And as I swapped to my second set of strings, I left science in the dust. Let’s get real: I’ve always loved the violin, but this isn’t some classical sonata. This is about pure, electrifying metal—the kind that grabs your soul and screams it awake.If it's not shredding solos on a guitar, you better believe my playlist is loaded with electric violins—each one bending sound and melting faces, transforming metal into an experience you can’t even imagine. If you’ve never felt that rush, that wall of sound, you don’t know what real music is. But hey, I’ll let you decide for yourself.And of course, I gotta throw a massive thank you to Creem Magazine and the immortal Lester Bangs. Rolling Stone—step up your game. This is how legends are made.
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