When it comes to Bring Me The Horizon—one of the world’s biggest rock bands today—many new fans don’t even realize that this Sheffield band, which now plays in arenas in front of tens of thousands of people, used to rock out with straightened, black-dyed hair and nails, playing songs with dissonant, Black Dahlia-style riffs, and songs whose titles were named after a certain Slater’s unwashed dick. The British band’s debut album, which turned twenty this year, proved to be the perfect opportunity for BMTH to celebrate it in true BMTH fashion—in a way very few before them have: thumbing their noses at success and glamour, and fully embracing their raw, aggressive, and often instinct-driven youthful nature.