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.
I recall the instant plug-me-in magic of British Steel, and the inevitable ascendance of the band (like watching Metallica blow up with Masters of Puppets).
Broke the bank by visiting three areas: Songs reminiscent of British Steel, songs reminiscent of Point of Entry, and songs heavier than anything on either.
Heavier still than Screaming…, even if the production was more synthetic and drummer Dave Holland seemed even less necessary as a paid member of the band.