Okay, so as has previously been well documented, I’m a GnR child - ‘Lies’ and ‘Appetite…’ being my personal ground zeroes. That’s a matter of both public record and historical fact. No way to change it and no sense in denying it.
I was not a Levellers kid....
Probably two of the toughest questions you can be asked…. ‘What’s your favourite song? What’s your favourite album?’ Ask me tomorrow and I’ll give you a different answer to the one I give you today. But, ‘What’s the Album that made you?’ Wow, when I heard ‘Hysteria’ by Def Leppard it was the most incredible assault of melody on my ears, something even to this day I consider recorded perfection. Or maybe Poison’s ‘Flesh & Blood’, which wore through several walkmans? An album that, whilst surprising to most, is probably the album that made me want to be in a band in the first place. These, along with an endless list of others, could suitably answer that question, but I’ve chosen a record that even upon hearing today, over twenty years later, still fills me with joy, angst, nostalgia but most of all, gets me inspired and excited by rock and roll.
‘I bet your mama said, Nice Boys! Don’t play Rock N ROOOOOOOLL!’ you can hear the
So there’s a couple of ways in which this is a swizz - like, for example, I can’t claim to have been there when this really happened. I was 7 years old in 1986. I didn’t hear this record until the early summer of 1989, and when I did, it wasn’t this record - it was the A-Side of the ‘Lies’ album. For that matter, I’ve never even seen a copy of the original vinyl/cassette release of this. One of the ways you’ll know I’ve made it as a writer - should ever such an unlikely event ever come to pass - is that I will buy this sucker on vinyl and play it loud enough to break windows.
Heavy metal, popular culture said, was dead and gone -- replaced by grunge and Prozac and Starbucks coffee
In his seminal biography of J.R.R. Tolkien, Humphrey Carpenter begins by noting the particulars of Tolkien’s personal and professional life -- he married, took on his career as a professor of linguistics -- and then “nothing else really happened.” Of course, quite a lot happened. Tolkien published two bestsellers which quite literally birthed the fantasy fiction genre as we know it. In terms of controversy and the sort of exciting and sexy things that biographers like to exploit, however, “nothing else really happened.” He lived and loved well and he died peacefully. Boring.
The same might be said of Ronald James Padavona.
this was the sound that could stretch beyond the hard core and sweep up the stragglers. This was the sound that could and did conquer football stadiums.
30 years. 30 years since ‘Master of Puppets’ was released. 30 years since I last saw them live. 30 years since Cliff Burton died. Where the hell does the time go?
One of the peculiarities of getting older is that you see bands evolve from fetus-like flavor of the month to aging dinosaurs. It seems only yesterday that these young guns were fourth on the bill, wedged uncomfortably between Bon Jovi and Ratt, and now they’re headlining Glastonbury. Of course it happens much more organically than that, but perspective can be an odd thing. 30 years? 30 years before ‘Master of Puppets’ hit the streets, The Beatles were still at school and Elvis was a relatively fresh sensation. Time can make your head spin…