Where do I begin? I don’t even know how this turned up in my Netflix queue, but I’m glad it did. I laughed long and loud and stupidly at this silliness. The notion of an Illuminati-like conspiracy to keep a deathmetal band’s fans and cultural clout in check. The outrageous (and contagious) Scandanavian accents of the fastest and second fastest guitarists in the world. The motorcycle with four sidecars. The over-the top wrongness of the plotlines and sight gags. Oh my face!