Year of Grace 1980.
Here come Iron Maiden crashing brutally onto the English scene with their self-titled debut LP. A true disgrace. As a reviewer, I must mark the release of this record on the calendar of sad days for rock. Metal is born. From there on, a true cultural downfall.
There's little to say about the record: Prowler, which suffers from Clash influences... a poorly executed attempt at imitation. Remember Tomorrow, the true days of rock, practically a downright mockery. Running Free... nowhere to be found. Phantom of the opera sees Bruce almost fainting... well, at this point, it's pointless to continue. I condemn them.
This record is the beginning of the end.
The Irons ARE the NWOBHM.
I even consider it superior to the much-touted ‘The Number Of The Beast’ two years later.
The initial guitar break, sharp yet at the same time overwhelming, transports you to a different dimension.
'Running Free' is one of the masterpieces: the rhythm is wonderful, making some of today’s groups envious.
Their unmistakable formula, made of sudden tempo changes, epic melodies, and twin guitar solos based on thirds intervals, finds its first and best composition in this 1980 debut.
Honestly, the only metal I can listen to is by Pantera, Metallica, and Iron Maiden; the rest, in my opinion, is all c...p.
"If a 20th-century rock band decided to call themselves Iron Maiden, they decided not to go unnoticed."
"The album is undoubtedly a masterpiece, one that can change your life. In my case, it fully succeeded. Long live the masters. UP THE IRONS!!!"
It begins with "Prowler"... where Maiden flex their muscles and show that they are inventing something new.
Iron Maiden, never missing from any Maiden concert, is speed metal at its peak with Burr and an unbeatable Di'Anno.