In contrast to the metal of the time, that music was very angsty, existential and personal -- it was the opposite of metal, which was melancholic, assertive and impersonal.
Oddly enough, the most impersonal metal has a tendency to effect me on an extremely personal level, if that makes any sense. I find most joy and happiness in the adoration of objects and concepts separate and alien to myself. It gives me the sense that the world is more spacious than a mere microcosm, which is what most of those ARE YOU TALKIN TO ME? fans never have the fortune of realizing.
Angst is wholly unwelcome by me because it offsets the brain chemistry and negatively effects decision making.
The musings of existentialism is only going to give you a sense of duty to distract the mind mind from your preexisting human flaws that can be fixed by simply MANing up to the challenge with nihilism.
It's no wonder these conformist metal personalities have so many problems. They fear the world around them so very much that they spend so much time as unhealthy introverts that they're probably CREATING problems for themselves. A sitting of Siddhartha's teachings could essentially cure all of these ailments, but I think they don't want to be cured. They're so in love with themselves, and happily curled up in their microcosmic ovums in which no outside influence will ever get though their hardened exterior temple walls without hearing the phrase, "ARE YOU TALKIN TO ME?."