Twisted Deviant

Your Taste in Music:

90's Alternative: Highest Influence

80's Alternative: High Influence

80's Pop: High Influence

80's Rock: High Influence

90's Hip Hop: High Influence

90's Pop: High Influence

90's Rock: High Influence

Adult Alternative: High Influence

Classic Rock: High Influence

Hair Bands: High Influence

Heavy Metal: High Influence

80's R&B: Medium Influence

Alternative Rock: Medium Influence

Progressive Rock: Medium Influence

90's R&B: Low Influence

Old School Hip Hop: Low Influence

Punk: Low Influence

R&B: Low Influence

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