I used to work with the ex-guitarist of Pretty Boy Floyd. He had some stories.
Though he had no regrets and was a good pastry chef, in 1995 he was still hanging onto the glam rock thing. It was as if Nirvana had never happened, wiping all that stuff out in a week. On breaks he'd go get high in his IROC-Z and listen to Jackyl, who were pretty much the last hair metal band. Yes, they were the band with the chainsaw player.
We took him to see Napalm Death and Obituary, and he flipped. Had no idea that stuff was going on, and it blew his mind.