![]() ![]() The full-page Metal Method ad, featuring a photo of an Aqua Net assault victim named Doug Marks who dubiously claimed to be a rock star, bore a bold statement that drew the attention of pubescent wannabes: “IF YOU HAD STARTED TAKING THESE LESSONS WHEN YOU FIRST HEARD OF THEM, YOU WOULD BE ON STAGE INSTEAD OF IN THE CROWD.” Another ad promised its readers that if they sent away for lessons, not only would they be able to shred like the great Michael Angelo Batio (whoever the hell he was), but they’d be able to scream like the great Jim Gillette (whoever the hell he was), members of the quote-unquote famous Nitro (whoever the hell that was). Inside the pages of those magazines, nestled in between slick concert photos of sweaty, mousse-abused bands and “articles” that did little more than reprint bands’ press releases, were plenty of mail order advertisements telling you that even the lowliest back patch-wearing smalltown dirtbag can be a metal god. ![]() If you were a teen headbanger during the early to mid-1980s, you probably read the two best-selling metal rags at the time, Circus and Hit Parader.
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