quinta-feira, 23 de setembro de 2021

IRON MAIDEN (UK) - Piece of Mind (LP, EMI, 1983)

RATING: ****

 If Iron Maiden were already on the road to worldwide stardom by the time "The Number of the Beast" came out in early 1982, there was no stopping them afterwards. More than steady, their growth rate became a geometric progression pointing to the heights: everybody wanted to buy their records, attend their concerts, wear their t-shirts, be part of their entourage and make any possible sort of business with them. That's how it goes when everybody knows you're going to make it big, I guess. The fact that Maiden managed to record so many amazing albums in a row is an astounding feat, you know, even moreso when you consider how fast things were moving inside the band's particular universe. In the latter months of 1982, drummer Clive Burr was out of the picture; in a matter of days, Nicko McBrain was recruited (it was so unexpected that the newcomer had to use an Eddie mask during his first appearance with the band, as there had been no time to explain Burr's departure to the press); and he had no more than a couple months before entering studio with his new bandmates, in order to get a new record done. You can't really achieve any sort of peace of mind under such a tight schedule, so I suppose the play of words that came to baptize "Piece of Mind" makes perfectly sense, when you take a closer look at it.

The circumstances around Clive Burr's escape (not-very-obvious pun intended) from the Iron Maiden orbit were never fully clarified, and the long-held notion that the drummer's spare time activities (e.g., drinking and substance use) had become too unprofessional to endure seems to have been unfair to him, at least to an extent. In fact, when you put all the pieces together, the most credible conclusion appears to be that Clive Burr and Steve Harris simply got weary of each other, and, as the bassist was the mastermind behind the group and would never ever step aside, then the drummer had to go. It was unfortunate for him, that's for sure, but I don't really think there's anyone to blame around here: it just happens, you know. Burr would have an eventful (if not immensely successful) career in later years, handling the drumsticks for acts as disparate as Elixir, Praying Mantis and Dee Snider's Desperado, as well as trying his own thing with Clive Burr's Escape, later rechristened as Stratus and that got as far as releasing a decent record named "Throwing Shapes" in 1985. As we all know, the sticksman sadly passed away in 2013 after a valiant battle against multiple sclerosis - and the fact that Iron Maiden would take great lengths in order to help paying his hospital bills speaks volumes about how all the altercations were water under the bridge by then (they're not that inclined to do the same for Paul Di'Anno, you know). RIP dude, and rest assured that your contribution to music will always be fondly remembered and acknowledged by all metal fans worldwide.

Nicko McBrain was a seasoned drummer with a number of allegiances to his name, having recording credits with Pat Travers, Goldon Giltrap and the Streetwalkers, among others. More recently, he was doing the rounds with Trust (a band I really like BTW, and that will hopefully appear on this space in the not-too-distant future), and rapidly proved himself to be yet another good choice for Maiden, as Steve Harris soon became good friends with him and both built a strong partnership that remains unscathed to this day. Though not as smooth and groovy as Burr's signature sound, Nicko's busy patterns and muscular, indefatigable delivery made a lot of difference when Maiden started to move towards even more technical and ambitious territories, consolidating the band's reputation as a seamless, unrelenting wall of sound.

The punkish vibe, still present in some corners of "The Number of the Beast", is totally absent on "Piece of Mind", and would be almost nowhere to be found from this point onwards: now Maiden present themselves as a much more serious entity, their ever-present focus now directed towards a newfound passion for storytelling and drama. They would sure perfect the formula in later years (and, in a sense, they are still doing it to this day), but this is a very important landmark "Piece of Mind" set for future releases, and it adds historical significance for a record that would already be very impressive if valued by musical merits alone. Describing this particular LP as pretentious would not be too far off the mark, but I wouldn't consider this to be too derisive a comment after all: Iron Maiden were indeed trying a bit too hard to be artsy and impressive, but it comes from a place of honesty, from a band that tries to expand on the avenues opened by "The Number of the Beast" rather than simply put a series of good songs together with a random Eddie on the front cover.

A lot of it surely has to do with Bruce Dickinson. Now released from the all contract ties to his Samson days (a situation that prevented him from having a more decisive role in the songwriting process of the previous record), the vocalist brings a lot of ideas to the table this time around, and his determination to leave a personal mark brings some very important changes to Maiden's sound and spirit. Saying that Dickinson wanted to differentiate himself from Paul Di'Anno would tell just a part of the story: he also wanted Iron Maiden to become a slightly (but perceivably) different band, in order to fully accomodate his persona. He is an accomplished fencer, wrote satirical books around a character named Lord Iffy Boatrace, has a degree in History, worked for radio and television - and he's also a airplane flyer who got as far as to rescue some endangered turtles on occasion! A larger than life individual, if any of us ever saw one, and surely not one to do as he's told when in a band. Fortunately for all of us, Dickinson's ambition found a great songwriting partner in Adrian Smith, and was also in tune with the creative vision Steve Harris had for the band. Thank god these guys got together, and "Piece of Mind" is the first record to show this 'new Iron Maiden' in all its glory.

The album starts off with "Where Eagles Dare" and "Revelations", two considerably long tracks that perfectly illustrate what Eddie and his friends had in mind this time around. In fact, the very fact that they chose this particular pairing speaks volumes: let's face it, picking two convoluted songs without catchy choruses or easy-to-understand motifs to open proceedings on your much-anticipated new record is hardly a common thing in metal nowadays, let alone in 1983. You're telling something to the listener when you take such a route, you know: this is not a casual listen, we're not fooling around, you better pay attention to this. And it works on this particular instance, you can bet it does: "Where Eagles Dare" is vigorous and complex, with an unforgettable performance from Nicko, and "Revelations" is a dark semi-ballad with highly symbolic lyrics and an arcane, mysterious vibe. Both kick serious ass, you know, and God know how hyped the listener is bound to be after giving the first spin to these two.

In fact, judging from the first six tracks, this could easily rank as one of the best metal albums ever. Both "Flight of Icarus" and "The Trooper" are immensely memorable singles, the latter showcasing perhaps the most iconic guitar work ever delivered by the band, while "Still Life", though often overlooked, is a remarkable piece of composition that conjures both tension and menace in a way few songwriters out there can (and oh yeah, I love Bruce's singing on this one). As for "Die with Your Boots On", it's something of an echo from Maiden's fast-and-furious early days, but done with such ferocity and skill that the results are simply exhilarating, one of the most headbanging-inducing songs ever penned by Maiden (think about it and I'm sure you'll agree). Half an hour of varied, confident and uncompromising genius, no less.

Unfortunately, the final three songs, though markedly superior to what nearly all competition could do at the time, are not in the same league of what precedes it, plain and simple. "Quest for Fire" sounds somewhat silly, both in subject matter and the melodies that go with it, to such an extent that it simply breaks some of the pensive, dead-serious atmosphere most of the album conjures. I always though it could have been a great B-side for a single under different circumstances, but its presence here is somewhat detrimental to the whole package, which is a shame really. "Sun and Steel" doesn't work much better, unfortunately, and its chorus (rhyming "steel", "ideal" and "wheel") is one of my least favorites from the entire '80s era of the band. Finally, "To Tame a Land" comes out as a ambitious retelling of Frank Herbert's impressive "Dune" saga, and it surely works to a great extent, with progressive intonations and a very Middle Eastern-ish guitar work. Still, I tend to think it's not that unbelievably good as most people seems convinced it is: it moves through its many different parts a bit too fast for my liking, and it ultimately sounds a bit aimless in places, like they were just trying to show how they could play some complex shit rather than putting their undeniable prowess to use in a well-crafted, naturally demanding song. I know tons of metalheads around the world will beg to differ, but I'm just being honest here, you know - and the fact that the band themselves never added this one to their setlists since 1984 is evidence that they agree with me, at least to an extent.

Saying that "Piece of Mind" is not that good would be downright stupid anyway: it's actually a monster of a record, an astounding feat of creative genius and a quintessential LP that you're simply not allowed to live without, no excuses. The fact that it is not mind-bogglingly good in all its parts is just a nuance, you see, and anyone who dwells too much on it should be regarded as something of a fool. The four-star rating is as close as a five-star as it could possibly be, and it only makes sense in comparison with other albums released by the same band. For nearly everyone else, "Piece of Mind" is like the summit of Everest: it's there, but most of us will never reach it, and many will die trying.




Bruce Dickinson (V), Dave Murray (G), Adrian Smith (G), Steve Harris (B), Nicko McBrain (D).

01. Where Eagles Dare (Harris) 6:08
02. Revelations (Dickinson) 6:51
03. Flight of Icarus (Smith/Dickinson) 3:49
04. Die with Your Boots On (Smith/Dickinson/Harris) 5:22
05. The Trooper (Harris) 4:10
06. Still Life (Murray/Harris) 4:37
07. Quest for Fire (Harris) 3:40
08. Sun and Steel (Smith/Dickinson) 3:25
09. To Tame a Land (Harris) 7:26

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domingo, 5 de setembro de 2021

IRON MAIDEN (UK) - The Number of the Beast (LP, EMI, 1982)

RATING: *****

This is a difficult album to review, you know. I mean, there's simply no reasonable way I could give "The Number of the Beast" anything but a 5-star rating, as it is one of the landmark releases in the history of heavy metal, no less. You can't assume yourself to have even the slightest understanding about metal without giving this record at least a few respectful spins, and anyone who considers forming a metal collection without owning a copy of this record simply can't be taken seriously. It's a fucking classic, you need to have it, and that's it. On the other hand, you don't need to be a particularly inquisitive listener to acknowledge that it's something of a bumpy ride, and roughly half the tracks are flawed with shortcomings, to say the least. It's a transitional record, you see, and the fact that a band could manage to release such a monster while still obviously not at the top of their game is astonishing, to say the least. Both ends of the spectrum are absolutely true, and trying to reconcile such divergent approaches is a challenging task, but I really think that reviewers should always try to use hindsight on their favor, rather than taking long-standing views as some sort of dogma. May God have mercy on my soul, as I'm about to share my views about "The Number of the Beast", the 3rd and legendary LP by Iron Maiden - and the five stars you see at the top of this entry, though unavoidable and thoroughly deserved due to the immense relevance of the record in question, should not at all be taken as the end of the story, as there's quite a lot to be discussed about this release. 

As far as changing vocalist go, we are all well aware of (though not necessarily reconciled with) the fact that Paul Di'Anno's departure was a necessary move, due to his unprofessional behavior and diminishing interest in the whole venture. But there's another aspect to it, that is perhaps even more significant in the grand scheme of things: Iron Maiden were destined to be one of the biggest metal bands ever, and they would have never got that far with Di'Anno as a frontman. He was the punk among the metalheads, the tough guy from the streets, a reckless rebel with all the charm of a young man looking for trouble. He was absolutely awesome, and still easily rank among the most memorable metal frontmen in living memory - but he was a force of nature meant for the clubs, and Iron Maiden's calling was to conquer stadiums, you know. You can't honestly argue Paul Di'Anno had what it takes to take Long Beach Arena by storm several nights in a row, or to command hundreds of thousands of people in Rio de Janeiro during Rock in Rio, no matter how much your heart wants to believe otherwise. In order to fulfill their collective destiny, Maiden needed a larger-than-life persona, a soul filled to the brim with sheer ambition, a frontman with a theatrical presence and a powerful voice for the masses. They needed someone like Bruce Dickinson. 

In my honest opinion, Dickinson's arrival in late September 1981 marks the most well-succeeded replacement in the history of metal, and anyone willing to disagree will have a hard time finding an argument against me, I guess. He was doing fine with Samson, that's for sure, but let's face it, there was no prospect of really making it big for the lads - and Bruce Bruce, as he was known back then, sure wanted more. He wanted to be in Maiden, and, as it turns out, Steve Harris wanted him in Maiden too, and there's no denying he was absolutely right about that. Songs like "Prodigal Son", "Phantom of the Opera" and even "Murders in the Rue Morgue" hinted of the more ambitious songwriting avenues good old 'Arry was eager to explore - and Dickinson's operatic, melodic-yet-punchy delivery was exactly what the bassist needed to fan his creative fire. 

It was also the right time for an album like "The Number of the Beast", you know. The convergence of heavy metal towards a more radio-friendly, pop-infused sound was gathering steam, and even stablished bands/artists like Judas Priest, Whitesnake and Ozzy Osbourne were ready an' willing (pun intended) to try their luck with that. On the other hand, strong contenders like Saxon and Motörhead were as street-level as it gets, and giants like Black Sabbath and Deep Purple were trying to survive through confuse times, or just plain inactive. There was clearly an open niche for a band that could manage to be, let's say, as superlative as Queen, but still keeping the uncompromising spirit so many headbangers would always associate with metal. Metallica were just around the corner of course, but it would take a little while until they finally peaked, so there was really no competition when Iron Maiden came out with "The Number of the Beast" in March 1982 - and, if we're to be frank, there wouldn't be much of a competition for them for the best part of a decade afterwards.

With that all said, this is a transitional LP, and you better bear this in mind if somehow you're going to listen to it for the first time. Both "22 Acacia Avenue" and "Gangland" are songs directly connected to the rough-and-ready, street-level approach of "Killers", and it's not at all difficult to imagine an hypothetical follow-up with Paul Di'Anno centered around these songs. Both are perfectly fine, and "22 Acacia Avenue" even stayed on the setlists for a number of world treks through the years, but both are not really representative of the direction Maiden is heading to elsewhere; in a sense (and I know how disagreeable this may sound), these songs are already the Maiden of old. Singing about a prostitute doing the rounds on London's East End made perfect sense in the context of the first two records, but sounds markedly out of place when you consider Maiden's newfound personality and perspective. As for "Invaders", it's simply not as good as the rest of the package, and (despite the fact that it is something of a prelude for the many history-themed epics to come), its simple presence in the final product is somewhat surprising, let alone the bizarre option of using it as an opening number. It doesn't even show Dickinson in a very favorable light: the verses are rushed, the chorus sounds awkward, and the singer is never allowed to use his powerful pipes to full strenght. Many people consider "Gangland" to be the album's weakest spot, but I beg to differ: "Invaders" is easily the most lacking song here to my ears, and one of the least accomplished tunes from the entire '80s run of the band. Sorry, but it is what it is.

Everywhere else, "The Number of the Beast" is a work of genius. There are rough edges in places, and the songwriting still had ground to mature, but this is the birth of quintessential Iron Maiden, a bombastic, unrelenting force that unifies energy, technique and artistry like few before or ever since - and that is still going strong to this day, on their own terms. Even a slightly lesser cut like "Children of the Damned" can put nearly all contemporary contenders to shame: though the song's structure is a bit less interesting than it seems to be at first, the Murray-Smith guitar interplay works beautifully, and Bruce sings with a sense of drama that renders the track a unsettling, even menacing vibe. "The Prisoner" is moved along by an astute stop-and-go riff, and it's the chance I was looking for to applaud one of early Maiden's unsung heroes: the drumming of Clive Burr during the whole record, and on this track in particular, is simply superb. There's no doubt in my mind he delivers the performance of his life on this LP, and in a team full of aces, he damn sure was one of them. Even the B-side-made-album-cut "Total Eclipse" is a total winner, its many different parts sewn together with amazing chops and exhilarating dynamism. 

But this monster of an album has three out-of-this-world, insanely classic tracks, and you all know what I'm talking about. The title track is a marvel of storytelling, with an intro that expertly builds tension until Bruce Dickinson delivers THAT chilling scream - simply put, one of the most memorable moments in the history of metal, no less. The chorus is truly amazing, and the instrumental section is a highlight in itself, a rollercoaster ride of solos and riffs that ends with Steve Harris flexing his muscles with a simple, but unforgettable mini-solo. "Run to the Hills" is the band's first single to reach Top 10 status in the UK, and it's remarkable how this song manages to bring to the table so many seemingly disparate features (the galloping rhythm, the catchy chorus, the poignant lyrics about the plight of Native Americans, the drum-centered intro, the unexpected crescendo towards the end) and still be such an earworm - and it's less than 4 minutes long! And "Hallowed Be Thy Name", oh well... I'll leave most of my comments on the subject for "Live After Death" I guess (let's face it, this review is frickin' long already!), but let's just say this tune is one of my strongest candidates for the Best Metal Song of All Time award. Everything on it is simply perfect, with solemn (yet truly engaging) instrumentation and a cinematic feel that puts you right into the dramatic story it depicts, not to mention some of the most philosopical and heartfelt lyrics ever written by Steve Harris (and he was only 26 years old!). It's an epic for the ages, a stunning compositional triumph, and I better stop right now before this treatise gets hopelessly convoluted. 



Well, there you have it: "The Number of the Beast" is somewhat flawed, but it's still a cornerstone of heavy metal, worthy of all the universal acclaim it can possibly receive. The impact begins long before you play it, with a sinister (but still uncanningly funny) cover art by Derek Riggs that really captures the imagination, and it resonates long after the turntable stops and the needle is back to its resting place. It still resonates to this day, you know. For all of us. The fact that there was still some ground to cover before the band truly gel should not be seen as a hindrance really, but rather as a testimony to the sheer potential around this particular entity. And I think it's beautiful to find out that a classic record doesn't need to be flawless, that its blemishes and occasional shortcomings can also be a part of its irresistible charm. 

Bruce Dickinson (V), Dave Murray (G), Adrian Smith (G), Steve Harris (B), Clive Burr (D).

01. Invaders (Harris) 3:20
02. Children of the Damned (Harris) 4:34
03. The Prisoner (Smith/Harris) 5:34
04. 22 Acacia Avenue (Smith/Harris) 6:34
05. The Number of the Beast (Harris) 4:25
06. Run to the Hills (Harris) 3:50
07. Gangland (Smith/Burr) 3:46
08. Hallowed Be Thy Name (Harris) 7:08

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sábado, 28 de agosto de 2021

IRON MAIDEN (UK) - Maiden Japan (Mini-LP, EMI, 1981)

RATING: ***

As Bon Scott once wisely put it, it's a long (and very demanding) way to the top if you want to rock and roll. And Iron Maiden sure worked hard to get there, you can bet your ass on that. The relentless touring would take its toll on Doug Sampson, for instance, the disillusioned drummer concluding he simply wasn't fit enough to survive the vicissitudes of the never-ending road and quiting in late 1979 (with Clive Burr taking his place at the drumstool, as we all know). Much loved frontman Paul Di'Anno was destined to be the next casualty, but for an entirely different set of reasons. In fact, his substance abuse started to get on the way of the band's stage performance, to the point that some shows had to be cancelled (the singer getting as far as being arrested on at least one occasion) and many others getting done only after some strong effort to get the man onstage. One of the unwritten laws of rock and roll is that you can do whatever the hell you want to do and your money can buy, as long as you don't let your band down - and mainman Steve Harris, one of the most focused and committed-to-the-cause individuals you'll ever find in metal, would never take Di'Anno's antics lightly. The vocalist himself would later admit that the whole situation had a lot to do with self-sabotage, as he was tired of touring, insecure about his abilities and uncertain about the band's increasingly convoluted sound. Wherever the truth may lie, the writing was on the wall for Di'Anno, and both band and management were trying to figure out how to handle the situation by the time "Maiden Japan" mini-LP hit the shops in September 1981.

Curiously, the entire situation had a somewhat tragicomic effect on the album's package. The original front cover depicted mascot Eddie proudly holding Di'Anno's severed head - a tongue-in-cheek, seemingly innofensive joke at first, but that was sure to backfire as soon as people knew what was going on in Iron Maiden's camp. Well aware that making fun of a singer you're about to fire isn't exactly a wise move in the business, manager Rod Smallwood understandably panicked as soon as he had a test print on his hands, and comissioned a replacement cover at very short notice, this being the sword-wielding Eddie we're all used with. It wasn't enough to prevent the original cover to be used in seldom-seen Venezuelan and Brazilian editions, though, and if you happen to have one of such copies in your possession, rest assured that many people would love to buy it from you.

It wasn't the first time Iron Maiden released a live record, mind you: the "Live!! + One" EP came out in late 1980, but it was a Japanese-only release with little impact anywhere else (it would later receive a somewhat bizarre reissue in Greece, with songs from "Maiden Japan" added to the running order for whatever reason). Besides, the band opted to re-use its live cuts as B-sides for subsequent CD reissues, rather than keeping the original package as a product of its own, which is strong evidence that Iron Maiden themselves never deemed it very representative in the first place. Still, it makes sense to mention "Live!! + One" around here, as it shows just how interested in Maiden the Japanese market was from an early stage - even more so when you consider that "Maiden Japan" was a direct request from Toshiba, the label distributing EMI's releases in the country. The executives wanted a live album to sell, and the band finally relented to Toshiba's wishes, even though the timing of the original release can surely be called into question.

Recorded in Nagoya in May 23th, 1981, the five tracks featured on the original 12'' release (well, at least my LP version have five tracks) are a faithful enough depiction of the band's energy upon a stage, and are also of great historic value as we'll hardly ever get a better chance to listen to a high-quality, officially sanctioned release with Paul Di'Anno up front (and I'm afraid all the CD releases with the full set played that night are bootlegs, no matter how legitimate they seem to be, so be warned). I'm not talking about video releases of course, as the very good "Live at the Rainbow" is out there for everyone to enjoy as well, but let's not make things too complicated, right? The track selection seems to have been pretty arbitrary anyway, and shows precisely zero respect for the band's usual setlist ("Wrathchild", for instance, opens the B side, when it was notoriously the opening number during the Killer World Tour), which spoils a bit of the fun if you happen to take such things into consideration. 

The production job is very competent, with a punch not at all dissimilar to the results we can hear on the studio recordings of "Killers" - in fact, the guitar tone is perhaps the heaviest you'll ever hear on a Maiden record, which is something of a feature in itself I guess. Paul Di'Anno's singing is very strong throughout, a force of nature really, and it's a joy to listen to Clive Burr's extraordinary performance on drums: I used to be in awe listening to what he does with the hi-hat during the studio version of "Innocent Exile", for instance, and it was quite a surprise to find out he could perfectly replicate that live, with a smooth flow that is no short of spellbinding once you pay attention to it. There’s nothing to complaint about when it comes to sound and performance really, the only downside being that it’s too damn short: you'll most probably enjoy every second of it, but it's going to be over way before it should if you ask me. Perhaps "Maiden Japan" could have become something of a classic, had it been taken more seriously for all those involved, but it is what is, you know: a nice mini-album to have on your collection if you're a strong Maiden fan (and/or if you love Paul Di'Anno), but not a landmark release by anyone's standards, and hardly a record you'll want to hear on a daily basis.

It wasn't meant to be a swansong for Paul Di'Anno's tenure with Maiden, but "Maiden Japan" came out less than a week after the singer's final performance with the band in Copenhagen, Denmark - and probably just a couple days before he was finally informed he was no longer a member of the band. A minority of fans will never accept Iron Maiden without Di'Anno, even to this day, but it's pretty obvious that it was the right move after all: little more than a month later, Bruce Dickinson was making his debut as the new frontman in Italy, and the rest, as they say, is history. And a pretty eventful one, as further reviews will hopefully be enough to demonstrate. Paul Di'Anno would do a little bit of everything in later years, from pop-rock-tinged solo efforts to very heavy albums with Battlezone and Killers (not to mention some embarassing moments like Gogmagog and the whole "The World's First Iron Man" series), as well as a seemingly never ending series of tours and re-recordings of old Maiden classics - but it was all too erratic and unfocused to leave any lasting mark in the business, something not at all helped by all the drama surrounding the man, from benefit fraud to getting involved with gang fights and everything you can imagine in between. By the time of writing, Paul Di'Anno is facing some serious health issues and trying to collect the money needed for a complicated knee surgery, and I wholeheartedly hope he can get through these difficult times and put his career back on full strength, whatever he feels like doing in the future. We all love you, Paul.


Paul Di'Anno (V), Dave Murray (G), Adrian Smith (G), Steve Harris (B), Clive Burr (D).

01. Running Free (Harris/Di'Anno) 2:48
02. Remember Tomorrow (Harris/Di'Anno) 5:27
03. Wrathchild (Harris) 2:52
04. Killers (Harris/Di'Anno) 4:39
05. Innocent Exile (Harris) 3:44

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sexta-feira, 27 de agosto de 2021

IRON MAIDEN (UK) - Killers (LP, EMI, 1981)

RATING: ****

To say that people were paying attention to Iron Maiden by the time "Killers" hit the shops in February 1981 would be quite an understatement. In fact, after the very positive response to the eponymous LP, everyone who had a say in the hard/heavy multiverse seemed convinced that those lads from the East End of London were destined to take on the world, and wanted to make business with them if at all possible. Such was the next-big-thing feeling around Maiden at the time that none other that Gene Simmons (c'mon, we all know who he is) took personal effort to make the opening act feel welcome during a tour they made together in late 1980 - and you know, when Gene fuckin Simmons thinks you're a serious contender to worldwide stardom, you better fasten your seatbelts, because it's going to be one hell of a ride. Similarly, famed producer Martin Birch (a man that, let's say, would never have a problem finding a job at all) pretty much offered himself to produce the band's second album, making room in his very busy schedule to accomodate the hopefuls. There was little question if Iron Maiden were going to make it: the matter of doubt was about when it was going to happen, and no one wanted to look the wrong way and miss the takeoff.

As we all know by now, it didn't happen with "Killers". The album was undeniably successful, and there was no losing ground for the band by any stretch - but it was more of a step in the right direction rather than a giant leap forward, a strong move but nothing to give the household names any sleepless nights just yet. In fact, after their collective dissatisfaction with the sound results of the "Women in Uniform" 7'' (a cover from the Skyhooks, and easily one of the most accessible tunes in Maiden's entire repertoire), the lads decided to pick the next singles all by themselves, and both "Twilight Zone" and "Purgatory" failed to cause a strong impression in the charts, the latter actually being their least successful single ever (it made it to number 52 in the UK Singles Chart, which would be quite a good mark for nearly all metal bands out there, but you know what I mean). No one was disappointed or scratching their heads in doubt, that's for sure, but fact is it didn't match the success of the band's debut, plain and simple. And these slightly unimpressive results somehow reflect in the status it holds today: nearly everybody likes it, many actually love it to death (myself included), but those who consider this to be Maiden's best LP are but a tiny minority - most of all because, well, it isn't. 

A very important change in the line-up happened in the final months of 1980, when Adrian Smith (who was out in the cold after his beloved Urchin had bitten the dust a few weeks previously) assumed his now legendary place alongside Dave Murray; it seems that Dennis Stratton's inclination towards a overtly melodic sound (summarized by his role in a scrapped, reportedly too-radio-friendly-for-Maiden mix of "Women in Uniform") turned out to be the kiss of death for the unlucky guitarist, a notion that is not at odds with the sound he would later pursue with Lionheart and in his tenure with Praying Mantis. Highly influenced by the more bluesy end of the heavy rock spectrum, the new axeman was still perfectly capable to rock as hard and fast as required, offering Iron Maiden a dynamic edge while keeping a much needed ear for melody - an approach that perfectly complements Murray's instinctive, force-of-nature style. It was a great choice, and his contribution to the group's sound and songwriting can never be overstated.

The production values sure do wonders to enhance the album's merits, with a beefed up, punchy sound that gives the five-piece a more confident, even menacing sonic presence in comparison with their rough-edged debut. The musicianship is sharp and powerful, with the twin-guitar attack we would soon learn to love and a busy, very driving rhythm section - but perhaps Paul Di'Anno manages to shine even brighter than the rest, with a vocal delivery that is no less than superb. There's little doubt in my mind that this one is the performance of his live: every bit as intense as in the debut, but with remarkable levels of confidence and control, not to mention an impressive sense of interpretation. Just listen to his singing on "Murders in the Rue Morgue", the acoustically-driven ballad "Prodigal Son" or the aggressive title-track to know what I mean - and if you still don't get it, well, I'm afraid this whole metal thing is really not for you. Improbable a metal frontman as he arguably was, Di'Anno was at the top of his game here, and I can only wonder what the metal world would look like today if he had kept himself together for a while longer. No wonder Bruce Dickinson always had a hard time making these songs justice.

That said, we need to face the truth: this particular batch of songs is not as impressive as the previous LP, or at least the five studio records that would come out next. Most of the tunes here featured were in Maiden's repertoire for years, repeatedly tried and tested in the live environment - some, such as "Drifter" and "Another Life", being fan favorites even before the outfit had recorded their first demo. While undeniably strong, these tunes have the disadvantage of having been written in a time when the lads were still learning their trade, being slightly unrepresentative when compared to their more contemporary cuts; when you listen to the recently-penned "Murders in the Rue Morgue" and compare it to "Innocent Exile" (a song Steve Harris wrote even before Iron Maiden was born in late 1975), the different levels in songwriting are too clear to be ignored. And I don't mean to say "Innocent Exile" is a bad track, mind you (it's one of my personal favorites around here): it's just that Iron Maiden was evolving real fast at the time, and many songs on "Killers", although very good, were already a thing of the past for them.

But let's not blow this minor criticism out of proportion: "Killers" is still a bombastic album, with a sheer sense of purpose to put nearly all competition to shame. The opening salvo of "The Ides of March" and "Wrathchild" easily rank among the strongest ever recorded by the band, "Genghis Khan" is an instrumental piece that is as mind-blowing as it is powerful, and "Purgatory" is one of the fastest cuts ever recorded by Maiden, with exhilarating guitar work and a singalong chorus to die for. Despite the fluctuations in songwriting prowess, there's surely not a stinker in sight, and even old songs like "Innocent Exile" have a lot to say to any self-respecting headbanger. Subsequent reissues include "Twilight Zone" as an extra track, and it's a bloody good song that pretty much epitomises the NWOBHM urgency and spirit, making the album even better as a result. If you still don't own a copy (you probably do, but who knows?), it's a mistake you should fix ASAP, and your life will be all the better because of it, believe me on that.

For some, the departure of Paul Di'Anno in the later months of 1981 was no less than a tragedy, and some still consider this to be the definitive incarnation of the band - a notion that is not as absurd as it may seem at first, once you consider that the rawness and the punk-infused elements of the whole venture would disappear almost completely from this point onwards. Still, I personally think that it just had to be: Di'Anno was (and still is) a tough guy from the streets, for good and bad, and Iron Maiden would probably never reach their sold-out-arena destiny with such an unruly frontman. Besides, the singer's unprofessional behavior had become something of a cross to bear for the rest of the group, getting as far as the band cancelling gigs due to Di'Anno's being arrested or simply too inebriated to perform. But still there was a final release with his voice to come out, and that is the "Maiden Japan" mini-LP, so let's swiftly move on to the next instalment...



Paul Di'Anno (V), Dave Murray (G), Adrian Smith (G), Steve Harris (B), Clive Burr (D). All songs written by Harris, except 07 by Harris/Di'Anno.

01. The Ides of March 1:48
02. Wrathchild 2:54
03. Murders in the Rue Morgue 4:14
04. Another Life 3:22
05. Genghis Khan 3:02
06. Innocent Exile 3:50
07. Killers 4:58
08. Prodigal Son 6:05
09. Purgatory 3:18
10. Drifter 4:47

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quinta-feira, 22 de julho de 2021

IRON MAIDEN (UK) - Iron Maiden (LP, EMI, 1980)

RATING: *****

This is the first Maiden album I bought, you know.

No, I wasn't around when it first came out in April 1980 - actually, I was still having quite a good time inside my mother's womb, and wouldn't be doing the rounds in this quite strange world (pun intented) until August that year. I would add it to my collection quite a few years later actually, maybe in 1996 or thereabouts - as an official cassette tape, which I still own to this day. I kind of knew what to expect from it, mind you: I'm an Iron Maiden fan since I was a kid, and some albums were already a part of my daily routine, borrowed from friends and neighbours and duly recorded on tape. I was short on money back then, and buying albums would be quite a luxury - I didn't even had a CD Player at home back then, if I'm not mistaken. But my mom gave me enough money to buy a new walkman, as a Christmas  gift, and the change from the cash she gave me was enough to buy two cassette tapes.

I wanted Iron Maiden, you see. Wanted it real bad. And, believe me or not, the eponymous 1980 release was the only Maiden available at the store, apart from Seventh Son of a Seventh Son - a record I had already taped from a friend. There was no choice, and no choice was needed: Iron Maiden 1980, here we go (the other cassette I picked was Metallica's "...And Justice For All", I believe).

It's a silly personal story without much of a meaning, you see, but I enjoy remembering this, because buying that record was something of a revolution for me, as it was for the whole metal world when boys and girls first bought it in 1980. And the reaction was pretty much the same, too: I'd thought I knew what to expect, from my previous knowledge of the band and all that, but I was wrong.

I was blown away. In a sense, it still feels the same, nearly 25 years later for me, over 40 years later for the world.

Now, I don't want this review to become a treatise on how Iron Maiden changed my life and all that, so I'll skip any further visits to Memory Lane for the remainder of it. But I do have a theory: THIS is the quintessential Iron Maiden record. I'm not saying it is the best thing they ever did (it sure isn't), nor that it is their most impressive batch of songs (Powerslave gets the nod IMO), but I would be inclined to affirm that, oh yes, this is the most IMPORTANT album they ever recorded. If there's an Iron Maiden LP that changed the world around it, a release that came to show everyone what should be done and how to do it, a signal that defines heavy metal 'before Maiden' and 'after Maiden', this is the one. Their first statement, and everything that matters is already there, as powerful and impressive as it could possibly be. In a sense, the world was already conquered by Iron Maiden the day this album came out: from that point onwards, it was mostly a matter of fulfilling a destiny.

It was the right record at the right time, really. The whole NWOBHM thing was ready to explode, with many promising acts being monitored by the strongest labels of the period and a fervent fanbase growing exponentially. That new metal thing in the UK needed a band to lead the way, and many combos were trying to head the pack - some (like Diamond Head and Saxon) got quite close, others (Def Leppard) decided to take a different road, in their own terms. Iron Maiden are the ones who made it. And (no matter how many times Steve Harris will try to deny it) it has a lot to do with the perceivable punk influence in Maiden's early sound. Many long-haired metalheads among us will never admit it, but that's a fact nonetheless: the punk rock phenomenon did influence the NWOBHM in no uncertain terms, adding a sense of urgency in songwriting you won't easily find in the forerunners of early 1970's metal scene. Iron Maiden epitomise it rather effectively: their formative songs got faster and faster as the years progressed, and the semi-theatrical elements of their early sets (ex-vocalist Dennis Wilcock spitting blood and all that) would eventually give way to a more concise, straight-to-the-point (and exhilarating) stage performance.

It obviously has a lot to do with Paul Di'Anno. He's a punk singing metal, so to say: though able to reach some pretty effective high notes when required (something that would be far more perceivable on follow-up "Killers", but let's not rush things), what makes his delivery truly unique is the ability to use all the rough edges of his voice in favor of his singing. He's not always perfectly in key (listen carefully to "Charlotte the Harlot", for instance), his range is nothing out of this world, and I'm damn sure he didn't have much in the way of singing lessons when he was a kid - but his raspy, ferocious delivery is all the more highlighted by this lack of refinement, giving to memorable songs such as "Prowler" and "Running Free" a sense of urgency and grit that is no less than spellbinding. He's not bulshitting you, you know: he really is a tough guy that learned to live on the streets, and every single word he sings is filled with youthful swagger, bite and honesty. It's truly great, and I will never get tired of it.

Not that Di'Anno shines on his own, of course. Steve Harris is such a legend that any compliments are bound to be redundant, but I must make my personal exercise in futility here: his basslines are remarkable from an early stage, and he's the glue that keeps it all together really, as this particular line-up was quite short lived and would hardly have been functional if not for his confident playing and sheer sense of purpose. Dave Murray and Dennis Stratton were quite a functional guitar duo to be fair, and it's nice to point out that Stratton's delivery is not that dissimilar to what Adrian Smith would bring to the table in the near future (his solos on "Phantom of the Opera" and "Transylvania", for instance, are very memorable). And drummer Clive Burr (that had joined the group for less than two months when recording sessions commenced) is a beast in his own right, nailing all those complex arrangements and fast tempos with a finesse that makes it look and sound easy, rather than the truly impressive feat it actually is.

This album is a monster. Very few recordings encapsulate the spirit of the scene it stems from as well as Iron Maiden's debut LP: it's as revved-up and irresponsibly gritty as a world still shook by punk rock would demand it to be, and then some, but it's also filled to the brim with a creative ambition that would surely make Harris' heroes like Jethro Tull immensely proud. You can bang your head to it almost to no end, and still a part of your mind will be in awe with all those intricate instrumental passages and unexpected changes in mood and tempo. "Phantom of the Opera", of course, is the song that more perfectly solves this apparent contradiction, and it's no wonder this is one of the greatest classics in the history of metal, no less - but other moments like "Remember Tomorrow", "Transylvania" and even the slightly out-of-place ballad "Strange World" also showcase this magical bridge between punk and prog, made possible only by the musical miracle of early 1980's heavy metal. 

Yeah, the production kinda sucks, but it's also part of the charm: the whole record gains something of an urgent, street-level vibe because of that, and it further distances early Maiden from the inaccessible metal deities of the day, while bringing the band closer to the real people, the fans that were there in the pubs and record stores when the dam began to burst. It wouldn't be such a brilliant album if it was more professionally produced, believe me. From the opening guitar riff of the archetypal classic "Prowler" to the final throes of the equally unforgettable "Iron Maiden", this is a game changer if there ever was one, and if you don't know it, then you don't know nothing. Diamond Head got real close with "Lightning to the Nations", and many bands of the era released amazing records they all should be very proud of, but make no mistake: this is the crowning achievement of the entire NWOBHM, the landmark release of early '80s British metal, and also one of the most classic debut albums ever issued, regardless of musical genres. There was still a lot to learn, that's for sure, and Iron Maiden would bring us tons of marvellous heavy music in later years - but it all begins here, and every self-respecting metal fan should drink from this fountain of youth from time to time.

Thanks a million to Discogs for picture sleeve scans and cassette photo!

Paul Di'Anno (V), Dave Murray (G), Dennis Stratton (G), Steve Harris (B), Clive Burr (D).

01. Prowler (Harris)
02. Remember Tomorrow (Harris/Di'Anno)
03. Running Free (Harris/Di'Anno)
04. Phantom of the Opera (Harris)
05. Transylvania (Harris)
06. Strange World (Harris)
07. Charlotte the Harlot (Murray)
08. Iron Maiden (Harris)

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domingo, 4 de julho de 2021

MORGEN (USA) - Morgen (LP, Probe, 1969)

RATING: ****

For a humble explorer like myself, it's kinda exciting to know there are still so many great Psych Rock bands waiting to be discovered - talented and hopeful musicians that only managed to release one or two slices of vinyl before plunging into near-total oblivion for the decades to come. A common story of course, and it will be the fate of countless rock 'n' roll hopefuls until the world reach its very end. But you don't need to be known to be good, you see, and Morgen were yet another one of those groups who had genuine talent on display but never got anywhere, which was a particular shame in their case if you ask me. Oh well, at least there's a very pleasant LP to forever remind us of their existence, and, even though I'm hardly going to make them more well known by simply writing about them, let's drop a few lines about their pretty good music for posterity's sake. And oh yeah, the use of the revered painting by Edvard Munch on the front cover doesn't go unnoticed: a bit cliché perhaps, but quite an eye-catching choice, right?

Led by guitarist/vocalist/songwriter Steve Morgen and completed by Barry Stock (G), Rennie Genossa (B) and Bob Maiman (D), this 4-piece from Long Island, NY (USA) seems to have been a promising young act by the time Probe (a recently stablished sub-label for ABC Records devoted to psych/prog records) offered them a record deal in early 1969. I really don't know much about them, mind you, and I don't feel like making an extensive research right now (though I would definitely want to hear from you if you happen to know more), but it's safe to say they did deliver a great album full of urgency and dynamics, going from the contemplative to the lascivious with admirable confidence and enthusiasm. The production values are quite fuzzy and raw, with many perceivable rough edges and a mix that puts Steve Morgen's voice way up front in places, sometimes close to the point of distortion. Not the most professional job you'll ever hear, but it actually helps the album's cause rather than hinder it, giving the proceedings a garage feel that surely adds an extra charm to the listening experience.

Opening number "Welcome to the Void" is a fantastic, slightly gloomy and near-hypnotic acid rock tune with a distinct hard rock feel throughout. No flower-power here: Morgen (the band) were surely more about rock and roll excitement than most of its contemporaries, something that makes it particularly appealing for today's listeners. "Of Dreams" is also great, a somewhat atmospheric tune that sounds like The Zombies on acid (weren't they anyway?) and really makes your imagination fly. Steve Morgen's vocals are specially brilliant on this one: some may criticise him for being a bit too over-the-top in places, but I think it's always reassuring to hear someone moving from whispers to near-screaming, from almost spoken parts to explicit sighs and moans, all with no holds barred and genuine amounts of passion. "Purple" is another winner, a rock tune with an excellent drum performance and fuzzy guitars to die for, while "She's the Nitetime" immediately reminds me of Jimi Hendrix, for the best reasons you can think of.

Sometimes the whole thing sounds a bit too thrown-away for comfort, that's for sure: "Beggin' Your Pardon", for instance, drags along way longer than it should, while the otherwise excellent "Eternity in Between" (a strong rocker hugely influenced by The Who) presents a long drum solo for no fathomable reason (and drum solos in a studio record are hardly winners, you know). I think it has something to do with the improvisation-friendly, near-live approach of the whole recording, but I wouldn't be at all surprise if, despite being truly talented, the lads simply didn't have enough songs for a full LP just yet and had to resort to a few tricks in orded to deliver a full-length perfomance. Whatever the case, the carefree spirit of instrumentation works admirably well in the closing number "Love", a superb 11-minute journey through countless textures and swift changes in direction that more than justifies the belated adulation devoted to Morgen by many collectors and music enthusiasts.

It's a shame they didn't last the distance after their very promising debut - a sad state of affairs that supposedly has a lot to do with the fact that the short-lived Probe imprint closed doors in 1970, leaving Morgen with not much to lean on. None of the musicians seem to have move much further in the business; I believe mainman Steve Morgen got involved with some solo experimentation in the early 1970's, but none of it seem to have ever come to fruition, and no subsequent releases ever came out, at least to my knowledge. Maybe it was supposed to be their lifespan anyway: one good album, ignored by their peers but lauded by future generations, and nothing more. Life fast, die young - not a good piece of advice for individuals, but perhaps the right way to do it for many rock bands. Philosopical questions about the meaning of life (and art) aside, anyone with an interest in the development of heavy music throughout the decades should give this album a chance - something made easier by enterprising individuals such as Sunbeam Records, that released the band's sole album on CD for the benefit of eager collectors like myself. 





Thanks a million to Discogs for picture sleeve and label scans!

Steve Morgen (V/G), Barry Stock (G), Rennie Genossa (B), Bob Maiman (D). All songs by S. Morgen.

01. Welcome to the Void 4:42
02. Of Dreams 5:32
03. Beggin' Your Pardon (Miss Joan) 4:47
04. Eternity in Between 4:30
05. Purple 4:00
06. She's the Nitetime 3:28
07. Love 10:50

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terça-feira, 29 de junho de 2021

HELLOWEEN (GER) - Walls of Jericho (LP, Noise, 1985)

RATING: ****

(It's been a while since I wrote the first instalment of this particular series. Still, I just read that review and think it still reflects my feelings about the record, so there's no need to rewrite it at all - let's just keep things going, so hopefully I can make all the way through Helloween's large discography in the coming months. Oh yeah, their new album is out and it's quite a kickass record, but this blog was never about contemporary reviews as you can see, and I'm pretty sure no one else reads it regularly but myself, so I'm not in a rush. Let's just enjoy the ride while it lasts!)

After an impressive (but slightly uneven) debut with a self-titled mini-LP, the German entity known as Helloween wasted little time (no pun intented) before putting together a set of songs to comprise their first full record. Given the encouraging response to their earlier efforts (that including the two songs on the "Death Metal" split album), it's fair to say that the pumpkin was taking off in a strong fashion, and expectations around the group were understandably quite high. And Helloween did the trick, you can bet your ass they did. Produced by Harris Johns and recorded at the now near-legendary Music Lab in Berlin, "Walls of Jericho" is easily one of the groundbreaking albums to come out from Germany in the 1980's, with a mixture of melody, heaviness and fast delivery that was very close to revolutionary - a record that pretty much spawned the entire European speed metal scene, and still a milestone thousands of bands are forever indebted to.

After a unimpressive (but also perfectly tolerable) self-titled intro, "Ride the Sky" comes exploding out of your speakers - and this is perhaps the song that better represents Helloween's huge (and often overlooked) contribution to speed metal. It's all obviously very fast, but you won't mistake it for thrash metal, for instance: fast picking is a fundamental feature for both subgenres, but early Helloween's impact isn't that much based around the riffs, but rather comes from the drive, dexterity and astute use of melody and harmonies all along. The core elements of power metal are all there, and this is perhaps what differs Helloween (and like-minded followers like Blind Guardian and Paradox) from bands like Agent Steel or Razor: they never lose their grip on emotion, and there's always a feeling that something grandiose (and not simply fast or aggressive) is going on. This is perhaps more tangible in the near arrogant solo section, a showcase of Kai Hansen and Michael Weikath's prowess that takes you to every possible place  while also creating a majestic, almost otherworldly atmosphere. This song is a monster, one of the strongest cuts ever penned by this band, and it's enough to make you sure, from first listen, that Helloween were destined to greater things. 

Next comes "Reptile", and it's a song that, despite not being half as impressive as "Ride the Sky" (it's my third less favorite here, actually), gets much closer to what we would hear from the "Keepers" onwards. Things are not insanely fast, the lyrics are laughable (in a good way) and the song as a whole seems to say "crank it up and crack a beer, let's have fun" rather than "yeah, we kick major ass, listen to what we can do". It's a song written by Weikath, and I have a theory about him and Helloween that I will keep under wraps until the right time comes ("Keeper 2", coming soon) - but it's another of his contributions, "Guardians", the one that (to my ears, at least) more strongly hints to what would be Helloween's signature sound, the template that would turn them into a truly innovative and even revolutionary band for the metal universe. I mean, it's perhaps the first song that completes the route towards what would later be known as melodic power metal. It's not that different from "Ride the Sky", mind you, but it's a more friendly, uplifting approach to the same basic formula, and it really takes the melodic side of things up to the next level. This is the blueprint that bands like Stratovarius, Sonata Arctica and Angra would follow in later years, a truly tremendous track that still ranks among the all-time classics from an entire genre.   

Let's take a minute to laud the abilities of the five musicians involved with this record, shall we?The twin guitar work is no less than amazing: Weikath is a technical player with a keen ear for melody, while Hansen is a more ferocious, roaring beast whose contributions add something of an instinctive heaviness to the proceedings. A bit like Glenn Tipton and KK Downing used to do in Judas Priest, if you really need a comparison. I truly enjoy Kai's voice BTW: I know it's a truly divisive subject (some love it to death, others hate it with a passion), but his raspy, nasal, kinda malevolent delivery fits quite well into the sheer intensity of this particular repertoire. Ingo Schwichtenberg is a force of nature really: his pace is robust and relentless, with truly impressive levels of stamina (seriously, just listen to what he does during the opening of "Heavy Metal (is the Law)"), and some of his fills are no less than superb, even moreso when you consider he's playing at machine-gun speed most of the time. And Markus Grosskopf should be a way more lauded bass player if you ask me: his basslines are simply something else. To me, he is easily one of the greatest bassists in metal, and it has a lot to do with his ability to fill every possible (and some seemingly impossible) spaces with well-crafted, sometimes quite complex, but always smooth and ear-catching arrangements. In Helloween, the bass isn't exactly a backbone (as in, say, '80s Judas Priest), neither a showcase of impressive, but rather tiring technical prowess (yeah, most prog metal bands, I'm talking to you): he just knows exactly what the song needs, every single time. It needs fast, he goes fast; it needs groove, well, there it is; it needs some quirky melody, and lo and behold, he just nails it once again. I can only think of Steve Harris when it comes to this incredible understanding of what a bass is supposed to do in a metal song, and "Walls of Jericho" makes Markus' merits clear in amazing, nearly exhilarating fashion. I'm a lifelong fan, and you'll read me wax lyrical about his work many times through the forthcoming reviews, but let me tell you this: the guy is a master of his craft, and this album kicks even more serious ass because of him.

This could have been a near flawless LP when it comes to songwriting, but I feel that "Phantoms of Death" and "Gorgar" didn't age that well and are of a minor calibre when compared to the rest of the package. Despite having an opening riff disturbingly similar to Iron Maiden's "2 Minutes to Midnight", "Phantoms of Death" simply lacks the hook to make it really interesting - the guitar work, albeit quite busy, is mostly a variation around the same few notes, and the instrumental section tries to achieve the same levels of awesomeness of "Ride the Sky" (or "Victim of Fate" before it), but only manages to sound aimless and kinda bloated. And "Gorgar" tries to be a heavy-but-funny song about a guy addicted to videogames, but it just never takes off really, with rather unimaginative instrumentation that plod along with the silly lyrics and chorus. These particular tunes are the ones where the rough edges in songwriting are more evident, and, though not really bad by any stretch, are enough to prevent "Walls of Jericho" from getting an even higher rating.

But fear not, my friends. Even when they're being cheesy as hell (as in the double death-to-false-metal anthems "Metal Invaders" and "Heavy Metal (Is the Law)") they still bring it home in major fashion, and many bands out there would sell their mothers to have an album closer as strong as "How Many Tears": masterful, inspiring, lightning fast in places, but still immensely melodic and able to conjure a spellbinding atmosphere of commitment and power. Granted, the production may be a bit muddy in places, and the artwork is not exactly my cup of tea, but seriously, who cares? It begins with a classic, it ends with a classic, it has a third classic in the shape of "Guardians" and a lot of tasty donuts along the way: what else could any of us want? "Walls of Jericho" is a landmark release for European speed metal, a forerunner of melodic power metal in places and oh yeah, an undisputed classic from the 1980's, full to the brim with replay value to this day. And it's just their debut full-length LP, you know. If you don't have it, stop making questions and go get it straight away.

Kai Hansen (V/G), Michael Weikath (G), Markus Grosskopf (B), Ingo Schwichtenberg (D).

01. Walls of Jericho (Weikath, Hansen)
02. Ride the Sky (Hansen)
03. Reptile (Weikath)
04. Guardians (Weikath)
05. Phantoms of Death (Hansen)
06. Metal Invaders (Hansen, Weikath)
07. Gorgar (Hansen, Weikath)
08. Heavy Metal (Is the Law) (Hansen, Weikath)
09. How Many Tears (Weikath)

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