His voice resembled the shivering sacrifice onstage. He broke hauntingly unclean and back again into his native German, all the better to intone the devil in shades of mock falsetto. At times he even sharpened his tone and emoted a plea of piercing sincerity so keen and shifting that foolish onlookers might have sworn he was a once a Christian, at least until any notion of his religious overtones were quickly dispelled by a series of sewer-barks in Grindcore Gibberish.
His guitar never missed a moment to parody.
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