Iron Maiden – The Number of the Beast
Before this, Iron Maiden was a hungry, streetwise band on the rise, but The Number of the Beast launched them into the stratosphere. The sound is bigger, meaner, and sharper, like steel cutting through bone.
Heavy metal, a genre born in the late 1960s and maturing throughout the 1970s, is a sonic powerhouse that has evolved into a diverse and enduring force in the world of rock music. Characterized by its amplified distortion, emphatic beats, and often operatic vocals, heavy metal pushes the boundaries of intensity and complexity. Pioneered by bands like Black Sabbath and Led Zeppelin, it has since diversified into subgenres ranging from thrash metal to power metal to doom metal. Known for its often dark and intricate lyrical themes, heavy metal explores a vast array of subjects, from fantasy to social issues. With a global fanbase and a strong subculture, heavy metal has proven resilient, continually reinventing itself while staying true to its core ethos of sonic power and rebellious spirit.
Before this, Iron Maiden was a hungry, streetwise band on the rise, but The Number of the Beast launched them into the stratosphere. The sound is bigger, meaner, and sharper, like steel cutting through bone.
Left for dead after Sabbath, Ozzy roared back with Blizzard of Ozz, a solo debut that rewrote metal’s rules. Randy Rhoads’ legendary guitar work fused classical finesse with raw power, while Ozzy’s unhinged vocals made every track electric. Dark, melodic, and defiant—it wasn’t just a comeback, it was a revolution.
Killers is a blistering showcase of Iron Maiden’s raw energy, technical prowess, and early ambition, cementing their position as pioneers of the New Wave of British Heavy Metal. Released in 1981, this sophomore album captures the band’s darker, grittier edge, with intricate guitar work and driving rhythms that highlight their relentless intensity.
Back in Black torches the past and then rebuilds it, and cranks the volume higher. It’s not delicate. It’s not subtle. But it’s immortal. And for a band that stared death in the face, it was the only way forward: loud, raw, and defiantly alive.
British Steel streamlined heavy metal into something sharper, louder, and more anthemic. Judas Priest stripped away excess, delivering punchy, riff-driven hooks built for stadiums. Rob Halford’s piercing vocals, twin guitar attack, and pounding rhythms made this a genre-defining classic.
Van Halen’s self-titled debut album is a seismic moment in rock history, heralding the arrival of a band that would redefine the genre. Released in 1978, the record is a masterclass in electrifying energy, innovative technique, and unapologetic swagger.
Rocks is Aerosmith at their rawest—no frills, just gut-punching riffs and unhinged swagger. Perry and Whitford’s guitars snarl, Tyler shrieks like a man possessed, and the whole band swings like a wrecking ball. Sleazy, loud, and utterly lethal.
KISS never did subtle, and Destroyer proves bigger is better. Bob Ezrin pushed them beyond bravado, crafting anthems built for arenas. The production is massive—layered guitars, choirs, cinematic flourishes—yet still punches hard. It’s KISS refined but never restrained.
Sabotage isn’t Sabbath at their cleanest or most iconic. It might be them at their most human—flawed, furious, and absolutely unwilling to go quietly. There’s a certain beauty to the chaos—it’s raw and ugly, which makes it feel real in a way most metal never dares.
*Machine Head* isn’t just Deep Purple’s peak—it’s hard rock perfection. Blackmore’s searing riffs, Lord’s fiery organ, and Gillan’s wails create pure alchemy, while Paice and Glover drive it like a runaway train. Tight, heavy, and electrifying, it still roars like an untamed beast 50 years later.