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Rating: In tribute to my biggest fan, Lord Bartleboom, I am publishing this piece of mine.
In 2003 I didn't have the mule yet, and for downloads, I turned to my friend Paolino, a private club buddy and a big fan of Iron: oh, Paolino, download the Iron, this must be good, not like that crap of Breiniuuord that I didn't even buy.
Said and done, he brings me the CD with its colorful cover, nice one Paolino. I put it on, and the Maiden version of "Azzurro" starts playing, a song known by everyone not by its original title "Nel blu dipinto di blu," but "aimonmaiuei," also known as "Ualdest Drims." Damn, the first Iron song is always the best, Nicko always plays the same, tu-ta-tu-tatsssssssss, tut-ta-tu-tatsssssssss, but whatever. Let's move on to "Reinmeke," nice, I had already seen the polistil video, and here too, Nicko isn't exactly an example of originality; I think he only plays the first verse, and then they copy and paste everything else.
From the third track onwards, the sound changes; I couldn't say how, I mean, if it weren't for Bruce, I'd say they aren't even the Iron, something absolutely different, even Nicko plays differently, which leads me to think there was a shift in style for these old guys. There are even a couple of acoustic slow songs, with Nicko sounding like he's playing with jazz brushes. Oh, what is this? I need to discuss it with Paolino: did you listen? And he: yes, it's crap, after the second song, it makes you feel sorry, they've boiled their brains.
Anyway, Densovdet also seems dull to me; I read the reviews and they say it's the new "Firovdedar," but they seem all stupid to me: okay, they're the Iron, but occasionally throwing a bit of healthy crap in their faces wouldn't hurt.
So, a year and a half passes, and I even forget I have the album, until in 2005 they tour, and I, who hadn't seen them live since "Firovdedar," get a ticket and go. Paolino, are you coming? Not a chance is his answer.
So, on the assigned day, I find myself at the concert, after spending the week refreshing my memory on Densovdet, at least I know the material: and finding six instead of five is a shock, who the hell is that? Adriasmiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii, look at Adriasmi, but screw you, this bandana-wearing idiot, I burst out laughing, but when they kick off with "Azzurro-Ualdestdrims," it's really cool; I feel like a long-haired youth again. Then they play Reinmeke, all according to plan, except that from there on, it goes dark for me, if it weren't for "Detrupe" and the last ones in the repertoire played all at the end, I couldn't make heads or tails of it. Oh, but are they going to play all the songs from Breiniuuord? Because I'm not prepared on Breiniuuord, damn you, at least you could play six or seven pieces from the latest album; it seems like you're trying to spite me, screw you.
Epilogue: as I'm leaving the concert, I grab a pimply, long-haired kid with a brand-new t-shirt, leveraging age and experience, and with the attitude of someone who grew up with bread and Iron while you, snot-nosed kid, only know Densovdet, I say: what a disappointment, they played all the Breiniuuord songs, maybe they weren't ready for the new ones.
And he: what are you smoking? They played six from Densovdet and only two from Breiniuuord.
Yes, sure, by the way, nice t-shirt, where did you get it? I'm missing it.
I step aside, call, sorry Paolino, but what the hell did you download two years ago? And he's like, Densovdet, but it was fake, it was Dickinson solo, I forgot to tell you. Was the concert good?
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