Criticism of The Rock & Roll Hall of Fame
Trunk is an outspoken in his contempt of the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, calling it the Hall of Shame. Trunk has blogged and commented over the open air on That Metal Show his disgust at the Hall for almost entirely ignoring heavy metal and hard rock, citing examples such as Def Leppard and Dio being passed over in favor of Madonna and ABBA.
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