Metal is alive and well and living in Europe. Americans futz with knuckledragging nü metal and ’til-you-grow-outta-it hardcore, European metal pushes forward.
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.
Love at First Sting brought guitarists to their knees, something it’s time for again with all the half-assed heroes with more facial piercings than chops.
Children of Bodom’s Alexi Laiho still rips shit up on his geetar, and Kimberly Goss is belting it out more believably, but there’s still something missing.
Reminds me of the band concocted for Wayne’s World: Tia Carrere, the Marc Somethingerother from Keel, and a couple other guys who look like they’re in bands.