I…I don’t know how I managed to make it this far in my life without being being put into a position where I learned to appreciate Iron Maiden.
(I was introduced to it at the Roadhouse. But, being in a kitchen isn’t really a good place to appreciate the nuance of new music. I didn’t really get a chance to just sit down with it until…well until the epic failure of getting music stuck on my phone FOREVER.)
Iron Maiden is *fantastic*.
It’s like. Proto-Emo.
Every moment of orchestral dramaticism topped with beautiful tenors destroying their vocal chords in fits of passion and emotion and unashamed of lyrics that have all of the beauty and distraught narcissism of classic Greek epics.
(…I LOVE EMO MUSIC. I AM NOT ASHAMED. IT’S NOT EVEN A GUILTY PLEASURE. IT IS JUST PLEASURE. MY SOUL WILL ALWAYS BE WRAPPED AROUND A CORE OF SCENE KID.)
As far as I can tell…It all started with Iron Maiden.
IT’S JUST SO GOOD, OKAY?!?