Post by dangerzone on Jun 21, 2006 17:17:10 GMT -5
Riot 'Thundersteel'
1988, CBS
The ultimate in heavy metal? I present it to you my son. Take this gift with you to your grave! Always one of metal's most underappreciated acts, Riot reached unatainable heights in 1988 when they turned loose this straight forward metal attack. It had been four years since 'Born In America' and Mark Reale returned with a new lineup, including vocalist Tony Moore, of the high pitched persuasion. I look upon myself with scorn and ridicule that I once ignored this as a piece of generic late 80's power metal with the same impact as Helloween or Queersryche. Take this albums heaviness into consideration and it thrashes the pathetic likes of 'Seventh Son' or even Megadeth for that matter. Speed almost all the way, riffs that define a genre, headbanging overdose, a reason to live!
'Thundersteel' is a title I would be proud to conjure, and it could have been the soundtrack for any war film of the time. It has thrash implications and makes Priest look like pretenders. Mind you with 'Monsters Of Rock' they almost were. The opening riff of 'Fight Or Fall' I recall listening to over a hundred times one night while driving home, the manner in which it shreds one of metals heaviest moments in a long and sometimes very unstoried history. Forget grindcore, it couldn't compare to this in a liftetime. 'Flight Of The Warrior', all crude production and beastly riffing, is unlike anything Riot had done until then. No complaints. Soon we discover 'Johnny's Back'. I don't know what Johnny's deal is, but he's on the loose I assume. Prowling the streets, taking control, but unaware that things have changed. The streets arent what they used to be. You're an outsider now! This somehow connects to 'Bloodstreets', where Moore is left in the cold. He never grew up, never saw the danger signs. Once he left home the world ate him up. He wasn't ready for lifes lessons. Are you? The punk know it all kid? Mark Reale will set you straight. Elsewhere some two bit poser scoffs at the masterful 'Run For Your Life', dismissing it as dated and histronic. It's metal. 1988 suddenly never seemed so distant.
the pleasure I derive from true metal such as 'Thundersteel' is tempered by the fact that the era is long gone, and casually brushed aside by a generation of frauds who consider themslves metal fans but wouldn't know Riot if they played for free in their backyards. It keeps my anger real and a reminder of the hard work I and many others put into becoming knowledges of heavy metal, only to see scores of losers able at the touch of a button able to download this and laugh it off. Let me live in my world. Don't bother me. Life should be sitting in a room, waking up and listening to metal all day. What else is there?
1988, CBS
The ultimate in heavy metal? I present it to you my son. Take this gift with you to your grave! Always one of metal's most underappreciated acts, Riot reached unatainable heights in 1988 when they turned loose this straight forward metal attack. It had been four years since 'Born In America' and Mark Reale returned with a new lineup, including vocalist Tony Moore, of the high pitched persuasion. I look upon myself with scorn and ridicule that I once ignored this as a piece of generic late 80's power metal with the same impact as Helloween or Queersryche. Take this albums heaviness into consideration and it thrashes the pathetic likes of 'Seventh Son' or even Megadeth for that matter. Speed almost all the way, riffs that define a genre, headbanging overdose, a reason to live!
'Thundersteel' is a title I would be proud to conjure, and it could have been the soundtrack for any war film of the time. It has thrash implications and makes Priest look like pretenders. Mind you with 'Monsters Of Rock' they almost were. The opening riff of 'Fight Or Fall' I recall listening to over a hundred times one night while driving home, the manner in which it shreds one of metals heaviest moments in a long and sometimes very unstoried history. Forget grindcore, it couldn't compare to this in a liftetime. 'Flight Of The Warrior', all crude production and beastly riffing, is unlike anything Riot had done until then. No complaints. Soon we discover 'Johnny's Back'. I don't know what Johnny's deal is, but he's on the loose I assume. Prowling the streets, taking control, but unaware that things have changed. The streets arent what they used to be. You're an outsider now! This somehow connects to 'Bloodstreets', where Moore is left in the cold. He never grew up, never saw the danger signs. Once he left home the world ate him up. He wasn't ready for lifes lessons. Are you? The punk know it all kid? Mark Reale will set you straight. Elsewhere some two bit poser scoffs at the masterful 'Run For Your Life', dismissing it as dated and histronic. It's metal. 1988 suddenly never seemed so distant.
the pleasure I derive from true metal such as 'Thundersteel' is tempered by the fact that the era is long gone, and casually brushed aside by a generation of frauds who consider themslves metal fans but wouldn't know Riot if they played for free in their backyards. It keeps my anger real and a reminder of the hard work I and many others put into becoming knowledges of heavy metal, only to see scores of losers able at the touch of a button able to download this and laugh it off. Let me live in my world. Don't bother me. Life should be sitting in a room, waking up and listening to metal all day. What else is there?