Shall we take a look at the world of heavy metal circa 1988/9 as told by the BBC? Yes. Lets.
To quote a text I sent, “Maiden’s artwork in the Seventh Son era is the fucking boss……”. The music’s not too shabby either.
Before Friday night became pub night, it was the night of getting your cassette ready, making sure you tuned out the hiss and buzz and waited to see what aural delights were in store…..
TV evangelists…. nyctophobia…. giving Simon Cowell ideas… rebirth(?)… it’s the 2nd (and 3rd and 4th) phases of Iron Maiden.
YE GODS! How can I possibly pick one track from this wealth of classic albums? I’ll try, damn it…….
In the first of a series of posts I am going to take a look (and most likely waffle on quite a bit) at records that changed and shaped my life for various reasons. First up: