My CD collection appears to have one singular goal.
Every CD within its lifetime at my place, endeavours to investigate every other CD's cover before finally returning to its own... (sometime in 2019).
I put on Queen's greatest hits, and they sound like ABBA. Morrissey has learned throat-singing, and the good people of the musical mecca that is Tuva, sound uncommonly like Metallica.

Metawicca.
A lisping metaller or a changing of witches. You decide.