When life turns acoustic, light this candle and summon the divine power of El Santo Niño del Metal — patron saint of blast beats, broken strings, and breakdowns (emotional and musical).
Forged in the sacred fires of puberty and distortion pedals, St. Metal appears in flannel and eternal youth to remind you: never sell out, never skip leg day, and never trust a drummer who smiles too much.
✨ Use when:
Your bandmates start talking about “going pop”
Someone at the party puts on Ed Sheeran
You’re tempted by the dark path of productivity and normal sleep schedules
Burn time: Eternal (in your heart) Scent: Riffs, regret, and slightly toasted patch cables
