A SECRET WEAPON FOR AVENGED SEVENFOLD

I first heard R.E.M. in 1986, a song tacked on to the top of a demos assortment of a Eugene, Oregon, band that my uncle, then in school at U of O, despatched to me for Christmas. The song was called "Superman," a little bit of meticulously crafted bubblegum that was so very simple and truthful and amusing that my entire nascent library of cassettes