Heavy Metal Month Listening Challenge 30/31

Day 30 – A song featuring a mythical creature. 

Heathen – Goblin’s Blade

Before I decided to share the tracks between as many different artists as I could this penultimate choice was nailed on to be The Call of Ktulu by Metallica. As that Bay Area band have been featured twice already I have passed the mythical creature torch to fellow Bay Area band Heathen.  


Heavy Metal Month Listening Challenge 25/31

Day 25 – A song off a bleak landscape cover. 

It was a toss of the coin between the artwork for Death Angel’s The Ultra-Violence, my instant choice, and the devil sitting astride the crumbling Sydney Opera House by Australian thrashers Mortal Sin on their Mayhemic Destruction album. 

Today the Californian’s slightly edged it. 

Death Angel – Evil Priest


Heavy Metal Month Listening Challenge 19/31

Day 19 – A song about nuclear war. 

DRI – Oblivion

This was one of four I was thinking of posting. Originally I was going to go with Liquidators by German thrashers Pripjat – but that’s not really about a nuclear war. Nuclear Winter by fellow Germans Sodom was another until I stuck with After the Holocaust by Nuclear Assault. 

I woke up this morning and some one else had gone down the New Yorker’s route so a quick swerve to the Dirty Rotten Imbeciles is is then. 


This evening I’m off to Birmingham to catch Sacred Reich on their current tour of the British Isles and Europe. It will be my fourth time seeing the band. I caught them twice last year at festivals in France and Holland. Prior to that my first experience of the band was in London 2012, so it’s been five years since their last incursion on British soil and a staggering 26 years since their last visit to Birmingham. 

Since their American Way tour back in 1991 Phil Rind has dragged his cohorts to these shores half a dozen times, but from the shows since ’91 they’ve only ventured outside of the capital twice to play Glasgow and Nottingham. When this European run was announced it was a surprise to see five British and Irish shows, so a rare chance to see the Arizonans outside of London. 

I think age and senility is rapidly catching up with me though. Looking back on previous Sacred Reich posts I was adamant that I’d featured the band twice already. I can only find a solitary post that was published shortly after last years Hellfest trip. In the previous post I even stated The American Way would be the first of two quick appearances for the band and I was sure I’d already scribbled about Independent. Unless I completely forgot to write it or post it or mistakenly deleted it there’s nothing else amongst these 435 pieces of ramblings. You watch it mysteriously appear moments after this has been published.  

My intention was to link the video to Independent to these words as it’s probably my favourite track of theirs, but as it’s the pearl anniversary of Ignorance I thought it’d be more appropriate to stick with the anniversary celebrations. I’ve not seen any set lists yet so I don’t know if it’s heavily in favour of the debut album or just a romp through their classic thrash tunes. 

In this money orientated world its refreshing to see bands not taking their fans for granted and making access to them only available to the richest percentage of their fan base. Prior to all club shows the whole band will be loitering around the merch stall offering autographs, selfies and handshakes to those who want them. I’m not really into that kind of thing, but I might shove a CD cover into a pocket and see what transpires later. I just know my Facebook timeline will be full of Sacred Reich “selfies” over the next week. 

I was really tempted to hop over a body of water to catch the tour again in Belfast this weekend or at the Dynamo Club the following weekend, but with Bloodstock and a few more shows on the horizon I thought one show would suffice. I know I’ll regret that come Friday morning. 

Out Ta Get Me

Besides today being my wife’s birthday (happy birthday wife of mine), thirty years ago saw the release of (in my opinion) one of the strongest debut albums ever released. From track one through to twelve there’s not a duff song in its 54 minute running time. 

There are odd songs, mainly the two biggest hits from the album, that I don’t really need to listen to for the billionth time, but I don’t think I’ve ever skipped a track when I’ve been in the mood to listen to it in its entirety. 

I’m pretty sure I somehow heard “second album” G N’ R Lies first. But I recall the day that I was introduced to Appetite For Destruction. 

I remember being in the field behind a friends house kicking a football about badly when a pair of the local metal heads with a much more glam metal leaning came around to loan my friend the slab of vinyl. I had myself a copy dubbed onto a TDK D-90 and I was hooked and the rest is history. 

I’ve always been comfortable with the hair metal genre sitting in my vinyl collection, even though at that time I was heavily into the heavy metal and thrash stuff. I’ve never owned a pair of cowboy boots, tight stonewashed jeans, a tasseled leather jacket or purchased an amount of flouncy multi coloured scarfs and eye liner has definitely never touched my face. But I could listen to Skid Row, Ratt, Cinderella or Poison all day long, and I often do. 

I occasionally wonder what expectations bands have when they get together in a parents basement or garage? In this day of manufactured chart bands the winner of The X Factor or whatever TV programme is expected to hit the top of the mountain in the singles chart, then ride the crest of a wave for a few months until the next big thing wins the following year. How could a bunch of twenty something’s write and record an album like this and three decades later have sold thirty million copies of their debut, and handle all of the attention? 

Most people in bands I know are chuffed to pieces to have a professional looking CD or piece of vinyl in their possession and hopefully perform on the same stage as a favourite band at some point, even if they are on that stage ten hours before the headliners step on and probably still in a state of slumber in a five star hotel miles away. A few thousand copies shifted is a pipe dream on day one, let alone thirty million. 

There’s no official video for this track and this live (and uncensored) version was recorded at the New York Ritz in 1988.