Unfortunately, he reserves most of his lyrical talent for Cryptic Fate, which is why the Brothers never get such lyrics as:

“Jibone onek koshto peyechi,
onekbar jaataa khushi hoyechi”

or

“Aaj ki moja re,
dekhbo ebar nijer deshke bisshocup-e,
niranobboi-e”

He is most awesomely feared for his Metal Heart and, in his spare time, is Superman. This is a fact that has been disputed by some. However, we need only to see him in his red underpants, which he wears over his bright-blue tights, to see that Shakib Bhaiyajan really is a superhero. Jaataa!

King Shakib, Purveyor of Punishments in Most Aweful Jahannam, was once compared to Kharaddajjal, the demon made of knives who greets new members of the eternally damned with hugs. The question arises of Kharaddajjal: is he trying to hurt you or is he just a lonely guy who needs some love? The same question could be asked of Lord Shakib.

However, to call him a tyrant would be doing him a grave injustice. In The Watson Brothers, five members have five votes—Shakib has three votes, Farhan has one, Jon has half a vote and Imran and Arafat have a quarter vote each. To add to this wonderful equalitarian gesture, bandmembers don’t even have to genuflect to him more than once if they’ve seen him earlier that day. “Jaataa, salam koro” says that great national leader, Watsonbondhu Shakib.

Shakib is immensely popular among cricket-playing fifteen-year-olds, and greets both his fans with “Let’s get ready to metal.” His fans are a) Arafat Kazi and b) Imran Aziz, who he affectionately calls Toady #1 and Toady #2. Sometimes he forgets their names and refers to them as “Oi bainchud!”

Shakib’s sartorial tastes bespeak the mind of a sadist beyond redemption, a sybarite whose aesthete is tickled only by the infliction of pain unto lesser mortals. However, underneath the yellow T-shirt with the red collar, the purple pants, the Spiderman glasses (for our Sweet Demon Brother is not one but two superheroes in his spare time), and the thickly matted back, neck and chest hair, beats a heart that is full of love for all men and one woman. This woman routinely changes name and form, but she is an ever-present influence on Shakib’s creative effluences. Sometimes Annabel Lee, sometimes post-lapserian Eve, sometimes Kulsum, this woman teases the Bangladeshi Beelzebub into new heights of evil metalness.

In short, Shakib is a prominent figure in the Bangladeshi Metal Scene. Teenagers look up to him; his peers respect him; Farshed Mahmud loves him. When asked if he had a message to his fan/s clamoring outside his window, screaming for a mere glimpse of his bearded Adonis-like face, he said: