Psychiatry assumes a powerful role in defining “right” or “wrong” in terms of “normal” vs “abnormal” behavior. Honestly, "crazy" and "sane" are a false dichotomy. The standardization of a particular, socially expected behavior is essential for creating categories of people defined in terms of their contribution to the collective success of society.

Just that one microgenre of black metal "NSBM" has nazi tendencies.

They should be angry about the factors actually causing them those circumstances. They already have a populist mindset where they feel like they are cheated by so called “elites” and they are not wrong they are cheated by capitalism. The alt right also panders to alienated white males in their mid 20s who are unemployed or doing a dead-end job, tormented by unrequited love, and isolated from the world outside of their forum; and this sense of personal aimlessness and despair seeps into their views on the world in general. They redirect the pain from that circumstance onto women or people of color instead of the system which actually oppresses them.

AC/DC would be classified as “hard rock” and not in any subgenre of metal. Hard rock’s musical influences come from blues, its main musical components include blues and normally have much more coherent singing. There is a grey area with Black Sabbath which could be categorized as either depending on the song.

Your world extends as far as your capacity to be open, and what you grasp of understanding someone else’s. Who someone is, the very core of someone's identity may not be even able to be linguistically marked down. If we have shown that identity is not a concrete thing but a social and discursive construction, we can then realize that the creation of these “new identities” are the representation in a new way of someone’s individual experience. Identities are not concrete, but rather discursive, social, & linguistic symbols which evolve and change over time; their implications have always been determined by us. Because we all consciously perpetuate gender, we CAN choose to do it differently.

Automation/robots would be created by an immense amount of physical labor by humans. For example, say you're making some kind of robot to automate a given task... you would take into account all the kinds of workers who would be required to even get functional model of it, building the parts, doing the tedious days of programming, hours of trial & error, manufacturing, and so nothing is already "automated" humans automate things. they do this to save work for other humans. This would be a huge downside that could create further labor to create a commodity that ironically would be intended to decrease labor. It would really screw around with anarcho-transhumanism or any kind of ideology that advocates for rapid acceleration of technological advancement.

"Birdland" by Patti Smitih

His father died and left him a little farm in New England.
All the long black funeral cars left the scene
And the boy was just standing there alone
Looking at the shiny red tractor
Him and his daddy used to sit inside
And circle the blue fields and grease the night.
It was if someone had spread butter on all the fine points of the stars
'Cause when he looked up they started to slip.
Then he put his head in the crux of his arm
And he started to drift, drift to the belly of a ship,
Let the ship slide open, and he went inside of it
And saw his daddy 'hind the control board streamin' beads of light,
He saw his daddy 'hind the control board,
And he was very different tonight
'Cause he was not human, he was not human.

And then the little boy's face lit up with such naked joy
That the sun burned around his lids and his eyes were like two suns,
White lids, white opals, seeing everything just a little bit too clearly
And he looked around and there was no black ship in sight,
No black funeral cars, nothing except for him the raven
And fell on his knees and looked up and cried out,
“No, daddy, don't leave me here alone,
Take me up, daddy, to the belly of your ship,
Let the ship slide open and I'll go inside of it
Where you're not human, you are not human.”

But nobody heard the boy's cry of alarm.
Nobody there 'cept for the birds around the New England farm
And they gathered in all directions, like roses they scattered
And they were like compass grass coming together into the head of a shaman bouquet
Slit in his nose and all the others went shooting
And he saw the lights of traffic beckoning like the hands of Blake
Grabbing at his cheeks, taking out his neck,
All his limbs, everything was twisted and he said,
“I won't give up, won't give up, don't let me give up,
I won't give up, come here, let me go up fast,
Take me up quick, take me up, up to the belly of a ship
And the ship slides open and I go inside of it where I am not human.”

I am helium raven and this movie is mine,
So he cried out as he stretched the sky,
Pushing it all out like latex cartoon, am I all alone in this generation?
We'll just be dreaming of animation night and day
And won't let up, won't let up and I see them coming in,
Oh, I couldn't hear them before, but I hear 'em now,
It's a radar scope in all silver and all platinum lights
Moving in like black ships, they were moving in, streams of them,
And he put up his hands and he said, “It's me, it's me,
I'll give you my eyes, take me up, oh now please take me up,
I'm helium raven waitin' for you, please take me up,
Don't let me here,” the son, the sign, the cross,
Like the shape of a tortured woman, the true shape of a tortured woman,
The mother standing in the doorway letting her sons
No longer presidents but prophets
They're all dreaming they're gonna bear the prophet,
He's gonna run through the fields dreaming in animation
It's all gonna split his skull
It's gonna come out like a black bouquet shining
Like a fist that's gonna shoot them up
Like light, like Mohammed Boxer
Take them up up up up up up
Oh, let's go up, up, take me up, I'll go up,
I'm going up, I'm going up
Take me up, I'm going up, I'll go up there
Go up go up go up go up up up up up up up
Up, up to the belly of a ship.
Let the ship slide open and we'll go inside of it
Where we are not human, we're not human.

Well, there was sand, there were tiles,
The sun had melted the sand and it coagulated
Like a river of glass
When it hardened he looked at the surface
He saw his face
And where there were eyes were just two white opals, two white opals,
Where there were eyes there were just two white opals
And he looked up and the rays shot
And he saw raven comin' in
And he crawled on his back and he went up
Up up up up up up
Sha da do wop, da shaman do way, sha da do wop, da shaman do way,
Sha da do wop, da shaman do way, sha da do wop, da shaman do way,
Sha da do wop, da shaman do way,
We like birdland.