Split (kinda) into power metal on disc one and extreme on disc two, tracked alphabetically per disc, there’s so much to open yer eyes, if yer at all into metal.
Covering Iron Maiden is tricky. Two decades of shitty metal bands have paved the way for this thing all the way up my ass. But that’s not always the case here.
It’s wordy, overwrought, and stuffed with fussy parts, but the carnal rhythms keep the show earthy and mischievous. Fast like Helloween, leaden like Accept.