R. Kelley's masterpiece, this shit is art! An engaging story about somebody who's cheating on his wife with somebody who's cheating on her husband who's fucking so and so... everybody gets laid, basically.
Oh my fucking god! Everybody's cheating on everybody else and I'm trapped in a closet! OH GOD I'M ACTUALLY CLAUSTROPHOBIC. Please help me, I'm trapped in the closet, oh my god I'm going to die.
Some sort of emo/hair metal/prog rock hellish trifecta of pain that has managed to gather many loyal fans, they are led by a castrato singer with a really fucking high voice that turns a lot of people off while at the same time mesmerizes Geddy Lee fans.
Also, they release concept albums that would make Pete Townshend want to dig his own grave so he may spin in it. Did I mention the part where the band is overhyped?
Claudio Sanchez doesn't have testicles, Coheed and Cambria is basically Rush fronted by a chipmunk.