On the occasion of the release of the new (ahahahah) album Dance of Death, I am preparing to review its predecessor, Brave New World.
We all know who Iron Maiden are. Seventy-somethings who create songs mainly composed of three chords, E D C and occasionally a G, captivating brainless teenagers with a big mascot that would make your teddy bear pale in comparison, in terms of sweetness and cuddliness.
The single extracted from this album, The Wicker Man, incinerated on first listen anyone hoping for some change, annihilating every faint hope with a great solid riff obviously based on E D C and G... nothing more, nothing less.
Besides, the return of Dickinson did not seem to offer any room for innovation after the disappointing The X Factor and the beautiful Virtual XI, the only ones where the presence of a singer – Blaze Bayley – with characteristics very different from those of Dickinson forced Iron to seek something that could better suit the very particular style of the new singer.
The few songs to remember are the decent Blood Brother, the badass The Fallen Angel, and the final track with a title that's too long, while in the others you will find the exact same riffs that you can hear on all other Iron Maiden productions.
Despite everything, it seems right to pay a heartfelt thank you to the Iron for everything they have done in these more than two decades of ignorant heavy metal: boring, entertaining, vomiting, falling in love. How can we not remember the first headbangings, the first air guitar solos, the first metal t-shirt bought, the flat iron to straighten hair that seems to defy the laws of gravity.
And thanks again from all the metalheads who are now forty and those who are fifteen, because having listened to at least one Iron album unites them, thanks for being able to give heavy metal a meaning, thanks for being able to unite people of different cultures, ages, religions, ideologies, nations, and continents with your music.
Believe me... few others have succeeded.
With this thing you either live with it or you die by it.
Bold, although not very original, it is perhaps the only non-fan album who might hate it for the few novelties, but for newcomers looking for experiences, who might love it for obvious reasons.
Blood Brothers is undoubtedly one of the album’s most substantial works, built on an odd time signature with truly touching lyrics.
Every Iron fan should have this album, and even someone who hates them could listen to it.