Y'all can't wait for a bad production, weak ass vocalist, echo-y guitar, repetitive ass song structure band to show up so you can call it old school visual kei and stan it it to death.
I think that what matters here is not Rands per se rather than what listening to Rands actualizes of a hope for today's visual kei to regain its moment when it was done with artistic value, sometimes more and sometimes less, but it certainly it couldn't be without it.