t home, we are never short of bread, but everybody fight and no one is right. It's my family version for a happy margarine commercial. The thrash, as a male, doesn’t tolerate glam metal, a libertine, hedonistic and, above all, a style with inclinations to the capital sin of vanity. All the hair spray, makeup, jewelry and costume clothing is embarrassing! Despite - or perhaps because of - it made a lot of money and raised the motto "sex, drugs & rock n' roll" to levels that have shocked me. Who am I to condemn such healthy habits! The hangover came along with the rise of the greasy grunge in the early 1990s. It was even worse than the day after that party involving Bulgarian siamese sisters, sinkers, pulleys and jambu brandy.