Waldo is no typical parrot. When the 21-year-old African Grey isn’t spending his afternoons playing pranks on the dog, flying around, and noshing on “banana crackers” (the name he gave his favorite snack dried banana chips after realizing they were a combination between his two former favorite snacks, bananas and crackers) he is the lead singer (screecher) in Baltimore, Md. death metal band Hatebeak.

Reddit user tintuff shared the news last week, but Hatebeak has been tearing up the metal underground for more than a decade. Signed to Reptilian Records, the band reunited after a six-year hiatus to release Number of the Beak this past June on vinyl, CD, and cassette.

Some redditors responded with joy and others with doubts.

But the band’s bio speaks for itself:

“That’s correct, a parrot for a singer, savaging you with feathers of razored steel! Try as one might, they will not escape the claw; nothing can dodge the talons of hate!! These tracks are an ABSOLUTELY NECESSARY beak in the ass of all things sacred in the underground. The holiest shrines of metal and hardcore seriousness are duly trashed, burned, laid to waste, smeared in Avian excrement. The pecking order has been established!”

Mark Sloan and Blake Harrison the band’s two other members, who are responsible for the “face-crushing guitars, and “head-pounding drums,” respectively (the “bass so low you’ll vacate your bowels,” is intermittently performed by Vincent Saulsbury) put songs together first, before asking Waldo to weigh in. In an interview with Vice, Harrison said the duo will record between 10 and 40-minutes of Waldo’s vocals for each song: “And then we cut it up, move it around, shift it, put it over top of the music, and that’s it. We put distortion on it, put various effects.”

Waldo might be the most metal parrot, but he has shared the spotlight with other animals. In 2010, Hatebeak released a split CD with Caninus, a New York deathgrind band featuring two pit bulls named Budgie and Basil. And, as Reddit user unassumingdink points out, there are roosters out there who could give him a run for his money: