Powerslave is, without a doubt, my favorite album by Iron Maiden.
On a technical, production, and sound level it is the most successful album of the Dickinson era and contains, not by chance, classics that have been extensively performed live by the band.
The album maintains a phenomenal charge and tension in every track, making it difficult to determine which is the best song and necessitating listening to it in its entirety.
Since it is a historic group in the heavy metal scene, loved and known by everyone with something like 50 million albums sold, it is not necessary to dwell too much on their history.
I will just say that, like some other "old" bands of the genre, they are one of the few groups still worth seeing live.
After decades of concerts, I can say that at present I "move" only for a very few groups, most of which I call the so-called "old hyenas," like Motorhead, AC/DC, Ozzy & Black Sabbath, Megadeth, Slayer, etc., all groups that continue not to disappoint both partly in studio and especially live.
Returning to the album, it opens with the powerful "Aces High", which has always been challenging live for Bruce, as his limitation has always been vocal range.
Then it moves to a super classic, "2 Minutes To Midnight", which opens with a sharp guitar riff that, similar to "Smoke On The Water", is one of the most replicated ever by anyone who owns an electric guitar at home.
It's then time for the beautiful instrumental "Losfer Words", which contains some typical Maiden harmonized twin-guitar passages. During those years, it was almost mandatory to feature at least one instrumental track on each album, but few bands were able to compose decent ones.
The fourth track is "Flash Of The Blade", whose ingenious yet minimal initial riff, even in terms of technique, will become highly imitated in the years to come. This track was also used in some horror films.
"The Duellist" is the next track which, although it is the one I like the least, fits perfectly well into the overall flow of the album. 100% quintessential Maiden sound, unmistakable, and which has made this group legendary for a reason.
Next up is the lively "Back In The Village" which features a phrase and riffs quite characteristic of this album, with indiscriminate use of the so-called "legato" guitar technique, along with the usual harmonic twin-guitar passages. The pace is relentless and very similar to that of the opening track, though even more sustained.
Then comes the title track "Powerslave", a track with an initial heavy use of the harmonic minor scale that creates beautiful "Arabian" atmospheres, then gives way in the middle to the classic arpeggios and solos of the incomparable Smith-Murray partnership.
The album closes magnificently with one of the best pieces ever written by Iron and one of the greatest heavy metal songs of all time, "Rime Of The Ancient Mariner". In many interviews, Iron Maiden has said they composed the track under the influence of marijuana. Well, if these are the side effects, they should legalize it! The song, lasting over 13 minutes, is splendid and ingenious, with a spine-chilling instrumental interlude. Listening to tracks like this truly evokes sadness because it makes you realize that there will never be albums and bands like this again, unlike the unimaginative and unoriginal garbage that circulates now and is even propagated...
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
01 Aces High (04:31)
There goes the siren that warns of the air raid
Then comes the sound of the guns sending flak
Out for the scramble we've got to get airborne
Got to get up for the coming attack.
Jump in the cockpit and start up the engines
Remove all the wheelblocks theres no time to waste
Gathering speed as we head down the runway
Gotta get airborne before it's too late
Running, scrambling, flying
Rolling, turning, diving, going in again
Running, scrambling, flying
Rolling, turning, diving
Run, live to fly, fly to live, do or die
Won't you run, live to fly, fly to live, Aces high.
Move in to fire at the mainstream of bombers
Let off a sharp burst and then turn away
Roll over, spin round to come in behind them
Move to their blindsides and firing again
Bandits at 8 o'clock move in behind us
Ten ME-109's out of the sun
Ascending and turning our spitfires to face them
Heading straight for them I press down my guns.
Rolling, turning, diving
Rolling, turning, diving (doing it again)
Rolling, turning, diving
Rolling, turning, diving
Run, live to fly, fly to live, do or die
Won't you run, live to fly, fly to live, Aces high
02 2 Minutes to Midnight (06:01)
Kill for gain or shoot to maim
But we don't need a reason
The Golden Goose is on the loose
And never out of season.
Blackened pride still burns inside
This shell of bloody treason
Here's my gun for a barrel of fun
For the love of living death.
The killer's breed or the Demon's seed,
The glamour, the fortune and the pain,
Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain,
Don't you pray for my soul anymore.
2 minutes to midnight,
The hands that threaten doom.
2 minutes to midnight,
To kill the unborn in the womb.
The blind men shout let the creatures out
We'll show the unbelievers,
The Napalm screams of human flames
Of a prime time Belsen feast...YEAH!
As the reasons for the carnage cut their meat
and lick the gravy,
We oil the jaws of the war machine
and feed it with our babies.
The killer's breed or the Demon's seed,
The glamour, the fortune and the pain,
Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain,
Don't you pray for my soul anymore.
2 minutes to midnight,
The hands that threaten doom.
2 minutes to midnight,
To kill the unborn in the womb.
The body bags and little rags of children
torn in two,
And the jellied brains of those who remain
to put the finger right on you
As the madmen play on words and make us all
dance to their song,
To the tune of starving millions
to make a better kind of gun.
The killer's breed or the Demon's seed,
The glamour, the fortune and the pain,
Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain,
Don't you pray for my soul anymore.
2 minutes to midnight,
The hands that threaten doom.
2 minutes to midnight,
To kill the unborn in the womb.
Midnight... is all night...
Midnight... all night...
04 Flash of the Blade (04:07)
As a young boy chasing dragons with your wooden sword so mighty,
You're St. George or you're David and you always killed the beast.
Times change very quickly,
and you had to grow up early,
A house in smoking ruins and the bodies at your feet.
CHORUS
You'll die as you lived
In a flash of the blade,
In a corner forgot by no one.
You lived for the touch
For the feel of the steel
One man, and his honour.
The smell of rancid leather
The steely iron mask
As you cut and thrust and parried at the fencing master's call.
He taught you all he ever knew
To fear no mortal man
and now you'll wreak your vengeance
In the screams of evil men.
CHORUS 2x
05 The Duellists (06:09)
He threw down the glove you made the mistake
Of picking it up now you're gone
The choosing of guns or fighting with swords
The choice of weapons is done
He'll tear you apart as soon as you start
You know you don't have a chance.
OH...OH...Fight for the Honour
Fight for the Splendour
Fight for the Pleasure
OH...OH...Fight for the Honour
Fight for the Splendour
Fight for your Life!
Ready to start the duel begins
the best man wins in the end.
A lunge and a feint, a parry too late
A cut to the chest and you're down
Seeing the stain then feeling the pain
Feeling the sweat on your brow.
OH...OH...Fight for the Honour
Fight for the Splendour
Fight for the Pleasure
OH...OH...Fight for the Honour
Fight for the Splendour
Fight for your Life!
The fighting resumes, a silence looms the
Swordsmen move 'gainst each other
A cut and a thrust, a parry, a blow,
a stab to the heart and you're down
The Angel of Death hears your last breath
Meanwhile the reaper looks on.
OH...OH...Fought for the Honour
Fought for the Splendour
Fought for the Pleasure
OH...OH...Fought for the Honour
Fought for the Splendour
Fought to the Death
06 Back in the Village (05:05)
Turn the spotlights on the people,
Switch the dial and eat the worm,
Take your chances, kill the engine,
Drop your bombs and let it burn.
White flags shot to ribbons,
The truce is black and burned,
Shellshock in the kitchen,
Tables overturned.
Back in the village again,
In the village,
I'm back in the village again.
Throwing dice now, rolling loaded,
I see sixes all the way.
In a black hole, and I'm spinning
As my wings get shot away.
Questions are a burden
And answers are a prison for oneself
Shellshock in the kitchen
Tables start to burn.
Back in the village again,
In the village,
I'm back in the village again.
No breaks on the inside,
Paper cats and burning barns,
Theres a fox among the chickens,
And a killer in the hounds.
Questions are a burden
And answers are a prison for oneself
Shellshock in the kitchen
Tables start to burn.
Back in the village again,
In the village,
I'm back in the village again.
But still we walk into the valley
And others try to kill the inner flame
We're burning brighter than before
I don't have a number, I'M A NAME!
Back in the village again,
In the village,
I'm back in the village again.
Back in the village again,
In the village,
I'm back in the village again.
Back in the village
I'm back in the village
I'm back in the village again.
07 Powerslave (07:13)
Into the Abyss I'll fall-the eye of Horus
Into the eyes of the night-watching me go
Green is the cat's eye that glows-
in this Temple
Enter the risen Osiris-risen again.
Tell me why I had to be a Powerslave
I don't wanna die, I'm a God,
why can't I live on?
When the Life Giver dies,
all around is laid waste.
And in my last hour,
I'm a slave to the Power of Death.
When I was living this lie-Fear was my game
People would worship and fall-
drop to their knees.
So bring me the blood and red wine
for the one to succeed me,
for he is a man and a God-
and He will die too.
Tell me why I had to be a Powerslave
I don't wanna die, I'm a God,
why can't I live on?
When the Life Giver dies,
all around is laid to waste.
And in my last hour,
I'm a slave to the Power of Death.
Now I am cold but a ghost lives in my veins,
Silent the terror that reigned-
marbled in stone.
A shell of a man God preserved-
a thousand ages,
But open the gates of my Hell-
I will strike from my grave.
Tell me why I had to be a Powerslave
I don't wanna die, I'm a God,
why can't I live on?
When the Life Giver dies,
all around is laid waste.
And in my last hour,
I'm a slave to the Power of Death,
Slave to the Power of Death...
Slave to the Power of Death...
08 Rime of the Ancient Mariner (13:41)
Hear the rime of the Ancient Mariner
See his eyes as he stops one of three
Mesmerises one of the wedding guests
Stay here and listen to the nightmares
of the sea.
And the music plays on, as the bride passes by
Caught by his spell and
the Mariner tells his tale.
Driven south to the land of the snow and ice
To a place where nobody's been
Through the snow fog flies on the albatross
Hailed in God's name,
hoping good luck it brings.
And the ship sails on, back to the north
Through the fog and ice and
the albatross follows on
The mariner kills the bird of good omen
His shipmates cry against what he's done
But when the fog clears, they justify him
And make themselves part of the crime.
Sailing on and on and North across the sea
Sailing on and on and North 'til all is calm.
The albatross begins with its vengeance
A terrible curse a thirst has begun
His shipmates blame the bad luck on the Mariner
About his neck, the dead bird is hung.
And the curse goes on and on and on at sea,
And the thirst goes on and on for them and me.
"Day after day, day after day,
we stuck nor breath nor motion
As idle as a painted ship upon a painted ocean
Water, water everywhere and
all the boards did shrink
Water, water everywhere nor any drop to drink."
There, calls the Mariner,
there comes a ship over the line
But how can she sail with no wind
in her sails and no tide.
See...onward she comes
Onward she nears, out of the sun
See...she has no crew
She has no life, wait but there's two
Death and she life in Death,
they throw their dice for the crew
She wins the Mariner and he belongs to her now.
Then...crew one by one
They drop down dead, two hundred men
She...She, Life in Death,
She lets him live, her chosen one.
"One after one by the star dogged moon,
too quick for groan or sigh
each turned his face with a ghastly pang,
and cursed me with his eye
four times fifty living men
(and I heard nor sigh nor groan),
with heavy thump, a lifeless lump,
they dropped down one by one."
The curse it lives on in their eyes
The Mariner he wished he'd die
Along with the sea creatures
But they lived on, so did he.
And by the light of the moon
He prays for their beauty not doom
With heart he blesses them
God's creatures all of them too
Then the spell starts to break
The albatross falls from his neck
Sinks down like lead into the sea
Then down in falls comes the rain.
Hear the groans of the long dead seamen
See them stir and they start to rise
Bodies lifted by good spirits
None of them speak
and they're lifeless in their eyes.
And revenge is still sought, penance starts again
Cast into a trance and the nightmare carries on.
Now the curse is finally lifted
And the Mariner sights his home
Spirits go from the long dead bodies
Form their own light and
the Mariner's left alone.
And then a boat came sailing towards him
It was a joy he could not believe
The pilots boat, his son and the hermit.
Penance of life will fall onto Him.
And the ship sinks like lead into the sea
And the hermit shrieves the Mariner of his sins.
The Mariner's bound to tell of his story
To tell his tale wherever he goes
To teach God's word by his own example
That we must love all things that God made.
And the wedding guest's a sad and wiser man
And the tale goes on and on and on.
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By AR (Anonima Recensori)
"The first track, the famous 'Aces High,' leaves you breathless with a sustained bass and soaring guitars."
"The last track 'The Rime of The Ancient Mariner' is a historic piece… still played and acclaimed by fans twenty years later."
By Suengiu_metal88
This CD with a cover that takes us back to the times of ancient Egypt has been one of Iron Maiden’s greatest masterpieces.
‘Rime Of The Ancient Mariner,’ with its thirteen minutes of song, might seem like a tiresome song at first, but when Steve takes the helm of it all, we discover an extraordinary Maiden style that encourages us never to stop listening.
By fritz
Powerslave, the perfect synthesis of the band’s furious early approach and their exploration of new sounds.
'Rime Of The Ancient Mariner' is nothing short of a not quite perfect assembly of at least three or four songs, complete with a central part recited by an off-screen voice.
By the x factor
Masterpiece, masterpiece, masterpiece. The right word for this album, really beautiful, with perfectly crafted riffs and solos studied in minute detail.
The longest and most ambitious song of the entire Maiden repertoire... a song to listen to all in one breath, which never becomes boring.
By nik
The CD in question can be considered perfect in every aspect: cover, production (keep in mind that 22 years have passed) and songs.
'Rime Of The Ancient Mariner'... in just under 15 minutes is encapsulated the best Iron has recorded: A track to pass on to posterity.