Hi fellow headbanger!
We notice you are trying to learn about the good people that are selling clothes over at DressMetal. So get comfortable, crack open a barrel of ale and let us take you on a journey of high adventure, powerful sorcery, mythical creatures and loud music.
More than 20 years ago, between the time when the oceans drank Atlantis and the rise of the sons of Aries, a spark ignited in the heart of our glorious leader. It was a cold and stormy night, torrential rain was hitting the doors and windows like a demon's whip, the wind was howling unholy incantations like a chorus of demonic werewolves. The light was flickering and the candle's shadowplay revealed unspeakable horrors of non-Euclidean geometries. Basically, it was a usual Tuesday evening.
What was not usual was that thing on the table. That fiendish abomination masquerading as a vinyl record. A trap set to devour souls, but more on that later. It was given as a token of friendship by a wise wizard, unaware of its immeasurable powers. "Listen to it", he had said, "these guys will make your head bang like no tomorrow". Confused by the wizard-speak, our hero was hesitant at first, but not known for narrow-mindedness, he decided to place the platter on the player. "I know how you like bombast, start off with the last track" was the final advice by the wizard before vanishing into the thick fog. Slowly the needle descended, fulfilling its destiny, the record spinning furiously and then it happened. Contact was made.
"I'm waiting in my cold cell when the bell begins to chime
Reflecting on my past life and it doesn't have much time..."
"What evil sorcery is this?", our hero cried while standing in awe. As the music played on, he kept looking at the record cover in disbelief. Can such music truly exist? Suddenly the skies parted, blinding light poured out and the hand of Dio descended from the Heavens. "Thy soul is now forever ours!" he bellowed. "Spread the word of Metal far and wide for Valhalla awaits thee brave Metal Warrior!". *cue blistering solo*
Thus his journey begun, crossing land and sea, forever sworn to Metal. His adventures made him wise in all its kinds and forms. But being completely talentless in music, it all came fast to a crawl. He had to find other means to serve the cause. Days became weeks, weeks became months, months became years, yet our hero had been lost in his never-ending quest. Another usual yet fateful Tuesday evening, it struck! Clothing! Yes, there's a million band t-shirts out there for metalheads to wear but his vision would become a beacon, to attract the uninitiated as well as the seasosed. A favor needed to be repaid and it would be in cotton.
Now we, his loyal minions, have brought his vision to life. It is fully encapsulated in what you see here before you, DressMetal.com. A place with quality clothing for the metally conscious. A shop where everyone can satisfy their need to combine beautiful comfortable clothes with glorious metal insignia. An army of living, walking tributes to the awesomeness of Metal is waiting for you to join.
*Roll the credits*
Ok so that was our tale of humble beginnings. What's that? "a fairy tale" you say? Well we can neither confirm nor deny that statement, sir. The fact remains that we strive for excellence in quality and metalness (wait, is that even a word? anyway you get the point). We've got a great selection of styles, colors and designs. We have placed great care in crafting interesting designs for all sexes and ages. Hope you enjoy your shopping experience with us and do not hesitate to contact us with any comments or issues.