Heavy Metal Monk yeah. Milan's Fr. Cesare Bonizzi and his outfit, Fratello Metallo ("Metal Brother").
Metal gets a bad rap yeah. Resigned to the droves of meatheads who undoubtedly enjoy it the world over, it's surely got its valid uses. The hipper-than-thou bespectacled vegan masses will find that metal is indeed the perfect soundtrack for: Fucking shit up and general problem causing; War; Laying down the Daddy Dick on some goth broad who at least looks 18; throwing your life away; Evading arrest; working your way to a .491 BAC; Even-more-horrific-than-usual DMT trips; peeling out in the Black Widow at 5am after being booted/banned from a certain Brooklyn "metal bar" ('Spirit In Black' being the order of the day on that occasion, thank you.); etc., etc., etc.
With that said, verrà la morte e avrà i tuoi occhi motherfuckers! Or something to that effect.