CaptainHowdy

The review poetry, dear Isi, is not a novelty; our DaveJon had tried it too. I'll look it up for you; I think it's among the literary cases...

@Lethe: yes, yes, I didn't mean to contest your input, I know that at least on the dynamics we think more or less the same way ;-), just given the topic of religion introduced by the reviewer and Hellring's statement, I thought it was right to also give my interpretation, since I was among the debaters (can we say that?) and I connected to one of your comments.

So these are talks between you, and I don’t want to and can’t get into it. I just wanted to better explain the meaning of my input since you replied to me in one of your responses. Bye!

To know when, where, and by whom metal was born, one would need to provide a precise definition of the term, and this is impossible; therefore, Hellring's statement isn’t as outrageous as it might seem. If it hadn't been for Maiden (and the NWOBHM in England) and the Bay Area scene in America, both of which emerged in the early '80s, metal as we conceive it today probably wouldn't exist, much to the chagrin of much '70s hard rock (including JP). That said, Maiden, Metallica, Slayer (to name the most important acts of '80s metal, and I include Megadeth too) didn’t invent metal, but they certainly codified it, along with its extramusical elements. The heavy germ was indeed present in Priest, Motorhead, and others from the first wave of hard English rock, but they never fully developed it, at least not before '82. This germ can be clearly seen for the first time in the self-titled album by Black Sabbath, which, if we must mention an inventor, cannot be overlooked in this recognition.
The discussion about religion brought up by the reviewer is interesting; this is the issue. The average metal fan tends to internalize their love for this or that band (and as a Maiden fan, I completely understand the problem), especially when young, often underestimating evident realities (let’s not even talk about the confusion further fueled by an amateur site disguised as professional like OndaRock, where reviewers often turn out to be nothing but fans, just like here, only that we openly admit it…). They also tend to exalt others, so as usual, the truth is indefinable. Personally, for years now, I've set aside discussions that arise from envy and rivalry among supporters of this or that band and cannot even consider myself a metalhead right now (if I ever was). Therefore, the above discussion is purely subjective (the same can’t be said for NWOBHM; that’s a movement and not a genre, as it has specific start and end dates established at the time by those who lived through it, so JP are objectively left out), and it doesn’t intend to belittle anyone’s importance. I’m stating a common but painfully real truth: nothing is created, nothing is destroyed, everything transforms, and metal is no exception...

I've read many old reviews, and if you check my comments, you'll notice that I'm not always deferential to The Punisher. That said, I've never called him impaired, because I think it's wrong to do that to anyone. Regarding the time aspect, you're right, but I'm afraid I'll disappoint you—it's not that DeB's mechanisms are so complicated to understand (and anyway, it's not the amount of time you spend but the quality you manage to dedicate that makes the difference). I sense a bit of self-satisfaction in your attitude, which stems from the fact that here in DeB, for historical reasons (which I don't contest; I don't know you well, but I think you're an interesting avatar. In real life, however, I obviously don't know how you are, so I won't express myself), you are highly regarded (and probably also hated…but things often go hand in hand), and this explains certain ratings that, for me, are incomprehensible. In my opinion, this review is worth three stars and nothing more; my discourse on life, love, deb, etc., was leading to this point. One last thing: criticism honestly doesn't change much whether you allow anonymous comments or not (I don't allow it, but only out of respect for the reviewer—perhaps a silly thing, but I’m just a stupid romantic like that). What matters is how you react to criticism, and from what I've seen, you often come off as disrespectful, in this case definitely. No offense intended.

I've read the page because unlike others, I actually listen to the advice.. there would be a lot to say but I'll let it go out of pity. Look, I'm telling you as a friend, forget about OndaRock and trust Uncle Gaio here...

I say it, you say it, but since I don't feel like playing the who's got the bigger one game, I'll give you that, good night.
P.S. read Ondarock, I should have guessed it.

I say it, you say it, but since I don't feel like playing who has the bigger one, I'll give you credit, night.
P.S. read Ondarock, I should have imagined it.

It may seem strange coming from an anticlerical like me, but it’s (almost) borrowed from the title of a book by Carlo Maria Martini, one of the few representatives of the higher ecclesiastical circles that I appreciate: "Courage, it is I; do not be afraid." I have modified it to suit my taste.

...do not confuse good manners with kindness of heart, my anonymous...