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Thank you, West Midlands, for the blind alley of heavy metal – blues without rhythm, wit or soul

31 March 2018

9:00 AM

31 March 2018

9:00 AM

They’re still alive, then. Chuggedy-chug, grawk, screech screech, chuggedy-chug. First mention of demons — line one, song two. Song one is about blowing people to bits with firepower, cos they’re really EVIL. There are spurts of lead guitar that sound like knives slashing at an empty plate and those strange, pompous, strangulated vocals — operatic diva meets Freddy Krueger — common to most UK heavy metal.

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