The sound is perfect, the guitars afire, Ripper executing his cool, ever-so-slightly rock-ironic stage moves, his effortless highs, his comfortable growls.
I interview rock guys two, three times a week. I use voice recognition software to transcribe these interviews. It doesn’t always come out as planned though.
I interview rock guys two, three times a week. I use voice recognition software to transcribe these interviews. It doesn’t always come out as planned though.
The most reviled item in the original lineup’s catalogue, the one title whose mere mention garners a snicker. This is unquestionably the band’s low point.
All pop, dumbed down yet again, but hiding a few gems in “Turbo Lover,” “Hot For Love” and “Reckless.” Unexpected ripper of a bonus track, “All Fired Up.”
Launching with a trademark Halford scream, the album launches into the speed metal of the title track. Though the Turbo influence has not dissipated completely.
Scott Travis’s double kick-drum energizes the band. Downing and Tipton whip out some of their best guitar work and Halford does some of his finest screaming.
An album of historical weight, the band captured razor-ready by Chris Tsangarides, ass-kicking at the double bass boot-end of new skinsman Scott Travis.