For whatever reason this is the music of my childhood and I couldn’t resist taking the opportunity to take apart this ranking by Rolling Stone magazine, which was reasonably good (other lists have been terrible in the past). If you are interested at all head over to our other site and check it out. I would put it here beneath the fold but there are tables and the like and it takes a while to re-format from Blogger to Word Press.
If not hope you are having a good summer…
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WHAT! No Blue Oyster Cult?????? Sacrilege!
Ha ha yes I do like BOC. You definitely could make a case for Don’t Fear the Reaper (cowbell!), Cities on Flames with Rock and Roll (monster riffs) and Godzilla (best lyrics)
With a purposeful grimace and a terrible sound
He pulls the spitting high tension wires down
Helpless people on a subway train
Scream bug-eyed as he looks in on them
He picks up a bus and he throws it back down
As he wades through the buildings toward the center of town
Plus I love the album with the ME 262 on the cover. That’s the coolest looking jet plane ever.
Plus I love the album with the ME 262 on the cover. That’s the coolest looking jet plane ever.
That was the first album of theirs I got back in 1974 after seeing them in concert in Odessa, Tx. Been a fan of them ever since.
I have always liked the song “Burnin For You”. Don’t hate.
With a purposeful grimace and a terrible sound
He pulls the spitting high tension wires down
Helpless people on a subway train
Scream bug-eyed as he looks in on them
He picks up a bus and he throws it back down
As he wades through the buildings toward the center of town
Oh no
There goes Tokyo
Go Go Godzilla
Black Sabbath was pretty much overrated. They did have conciseness and the occultist image going for them. Their songs, though, were basic, dopey, slowed down garage rock.
A lot of other bands played that act better. Roy Wood, for instance, had more talent in his little finger than all Sabbath members combined, and they could never hope to come up with a song as good as Brontosaurus on their best day.
Maybe Sabbath filled a niche for fans suffering the unending economic and social malaise of the post-war welfare state who weren’t well served by hippy dippy London groups. If that’s the case, I suppose the spread of the socialist contagion to our shores has given them this late lease on recognition.