Progressive metal.
One of my favorite bands has a song where it sounds like everyone is playing a different time signature simultaneously, and it feels out of time and chaotic… And then snaps into focus perfectly, before breaking up again. (I can’t identify the time signatures, no. I can hear at least two, and I’m pretty sure three. I think the drummer is doing polyrhythms?) You can listen to the same song five times in a row, focusing on a difference part each time, and hear something new each time. Or take Opeth’s “River”; the same same song seems to effortless combine elements of country, blues, 70s rock, NWBHM into something that feels both classic and new. (“New” despite being originally released in 2014.) Or, shit, An Abstract Illusion’s “Woe”; it’s nominally split into 7 tracks, but the lack of breaks between songs means that the whole thing flows into a single piece. Or, or or!, “Castaway Angels” by Leprous; Leprous stretches and strains the definitions of what metal is, and is not. While some of what they do is clearly metal, are they still a metal band?
The only thing that’s a real constant in progressive metal is that the bands all have impeccable musicianship.
Notice how they never tell you what high capacity is.
A normal handgun–as in, a regular Glock 17–will have magazines that hold anywhere from 13-21 rounds in a bone-stock configuration, depending on caliber. The only firearms that don’t have this kind of capacity are micro-compacts, and guns that were originally designed by John Moses Browning before WWII.
This is sleight of hand to make it seem like the perpetrator was doing something deeply nefarious, when damn near any defensive handgun is going to have a “high capacity” magazine straight from the factory.