The cool thing about Iced Earth has been the tag-team serious metalness of the long-locked duo locking devil horns up front with your inner headbanger.
Sin After Sin, Stained Class, Hell Bent for Leather, and Unleashed In the East: The silver gleamed, the riffs rifled, and Halford was at his high-flying’ best.
Drunken romps thru blue collar booze cans, wandering widely within that pigpen to the odd poppy ballad, the odd boogie woogie, a li’l AC/DC, a li’l Wildhearts.
A track, a couple paragraphs, a professorial listen, a glance at the haberdashery, and you’re sampling the next one until the box of chocolates is gone.