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Gianfranco but I’m biased. It’s like asking me for the best coach you’ve seen on a bench and hoping I’d give you something different from Nevio

Back then, I was crazy about Blind Guardian. One day I picked up Knight of the Cross and got interested in those guys with the singer who had a high-pitched voice. My metal friends used to tell me that I couldn’t live without Tunes of War, that “if you like Blind Guardian, you’ll definitely like that too, and also: you’ve got that crap of Knights of the Cross and you don’t have Tunes of War? It’s like appreciating Load without ever having listened to The Black Album.” So, because of these and other teenage acne-related quirks and laughable listens, I bought it.

I continued to prefer Knights of the Cross and anything made by Blind Guardian, and I left it somewhere in my room. One day a friend asked to borrow it. I brought it to a Cyberpunk session (back then it was "Cyberpunk 2020," I guess by now, in 2014, the title of that game has been corrected, revised, modified, and updated). I had never played Cyberpunk in my life, but at my friends' sessions we would indulge in all kinds of things and going there to watch these idiots pretending to be intergalactic whores was amusing; I believe I would still have a good laugh today. To cut a long story short: I left the disc with him, and in return, he lent me "Invictus" by Virgin Steele, and since then neither of us saw our discs again. Because he thought a bit like all the metalheads who had gone through power and enjoyed it: Tunes of War is a cornerstone album of the genre, a must-have. I, on the other hand, have always happily disregarded cornerstones and doors: I enjoy pissing with the door open, maybe humming "We came, we saw, we conquered you all." The story is over. Oh, no. I also lost Invictus in the end, some time ago. But then I discovered YouTube, and once in a while, I reopen this link and wonder: if this pumped me up so much back then, how would Grave Digger blow my mind today? But hey, if you were listening to power in the late 90s, you had to have gone through it for sure. Three credits, I can’t deny them.

Here you go: there must be some issues with the links in the reviews. It was supposed to end with this sentence that has disappeared: "let the slaughter begin"; which was linked to this piece here:

Now you can go fuck yourselves, thanks.