Quick, fetch the Holy water!
286. Iron Maiden "The Number Of The Beast"
If, like me, you were a fan of heavy metal in 1980's, you were probably subjected to a lot of holy roller propoganda about how it was all 'devil worship music.' Of course, with a few notable exceptions, this was nonsense. To the more discerning ear, much of the metal genre was the audio equivalent of a splatter film, audio entertainment for those who like recreational self-mortification. For the most part the horror was on the Slumber Party Massacre level, good fun, but not much more. But here we have the Exorcist, the Bride, the Nosferatu of horror rock.
After the stentorian tones of the spoken quote from the Book Of Revelations that opens the proceedings, Dave Murray and Adrian Smith's twin guitar attack kicks into high gear with a riff that darkens the atmosphere like a vampire's cackle. Throw in the alternately foreboding and wailing vocals of Bruce Dickinson (known among metalheads as 'The Air Raid Siren') and a rhythm section that careens along like an angry mob running through Trannsylvania and you've got a rock and roll haunted house of Grand Guignol proportions.
*evil laugh*
If, like me, you were a fan of heavy metal in 1980's, you were probably subjected to a lot of holy roller propoganda about how it was all 'devil worship music.' Of course, with a few notable exceptions, this was nonsense. To the more discerning ear, much of the metal genre was the audio equivalent of a splatter film, audio entertainment for those who like recreational self-mortification. For the most part the horror was on the Slumber Party Massacre level, good fun, but not much more. But here we have the Exorcist, the Bride, the Nosferatu of horror rock.
After the stentorian tones of the spoken quote from the Book Of Revelations that opens the proceedings, Dave Murray and Adrian Smith's twin guitar attack kicks into high gear with a riff that darkens the atmosphere like a vampire's cackle. Throw in the alternately foreboding and wailing vocals of Bruce Dickinson (known among metalheads as 'The Air Raid Siren') and a rhythm section that careens along like an angry mob running through Trannsylvania and you've got a rock and roll haunted house of Grand Guignol proportions.
*evil laugh*
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Not to mention being a major disappointment!