You can bet your ass that favor won't be returned.

Bark peeled from them, brittle as cicada shell; in their branches stood tawny frogmouths, their beaks lordishly raised.

[…] they later evolved into a progressive technical metal band with elements of mathcore and djent.

How now, my lord! why do you keep alone, / Of sorriest fancies your companions making, / Using those thoughts which should indeed have died / With them they think on?