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Review Summary: LOOK AT PAGE 2 IN THE COMMENTS. The Number of the Beast, released in 1982, was Iron Maiden's third album. They were just getting onto the metal scene, and on a high note. And once The Number of the Beast was released, with new vocalist Bruce Dickinson, the band were instantly metal superstars. It exploded onto the UK Album Charts at #1, and although it was met with fair controversy for satanic content, it is considered one of the greatest metal albums of all time, and one of the most influential of all time.
The Number of the Beast noted an uplift in the instrumental content in the songs: the riffs were excellent. With progressive melodies and thunderous solos, unforgiving drum clashes, and deep, echoing bass audio, it was different from the first two albums, Iron Maiden and Killers. The addition of Bruce Dickinson marked an everlasting change in the band's history, and quite possibly, in heavy metal. Dickinson's voice is mature and haunting, it carries on through each song with a pitch and inflection like none other, almost wailing. The low-pitched notes the man could reach, with wails that would rage through stereos worldwide, and a chilling seriousness in the tone, Dickinson is an extraordinary singer. The guitar and bass work from Steve, Adrian, and Dave, all together, is superbly brilliant. Dual solos from Dave and Adrian completely explode into a crackle of fire, shredding along at amazing flow, and chugging basslines from Steve Harris are fine like Cliff Burton: with thuds grinding across the strings that would echo through audiosystems for days, mixed in with the guitars and fantastic drum beatings from Clive, is some of the greatest bass work ever presented in metal history.
And the songs show the amazing quality of this band. "Invaders", clocking in at nearly four minutes, is a song divided into mini-solos over eerie drum beats and a dark pitch tone from Dickinson himself. "The Number of the Beast" is run over cataclysmic screams from Dickinson over smooth guitar lines and drum beats, while he wails, "SIX! SIX, SIX! THE NUMBER OF THE BEAST!" This is a metal album that is nearly without flaw. The production is amazing: the vocals are crisp, the guitar work is loud and clear. Everything can be heard perfectly: a nod to the terrific proudcer Martin Birch, who later became infamous for this album.
"Hallowed Be Thy Name" could be one of the greatest metal songs of all time, and the best in Iron Maiden's career. Over gothic church bells and a haunting bass line, Bruce progresses in a chilling voice where a guilty man would be taken to the gallows. As Dickinson wails "The sands of time for me are running loooooooooooow", BANG! It erupts into a great dual guitar riff from Adrian and Dave, exerting into mini-solos in later verses, dealing with the convicted man's execution, until the solo completely lashes out onto the scene, the tempo progresses at a powerful rate, as Dickinson howls into the microphone, "Hallowed be thy name....." It's wicked stuff, absolutely.
The music we have nowadays is utterly humiliating. Iron Maiden is still an amazing band, and it shows it here. The Number of the Beast, one of the single greatest metal albums of all time. Where Iron Maiden became the juggernauts that they are.
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Yeah, it's fucking long, it's fucking weird, and it's fucked up in every way.
But read it, and... you might like it.
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Oh, and there's a review in there somewhere. Read the story.
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Damn , I absolutley hate it when the Justin Biebah Resistance Fan Club takes control of my local electric company.....
But seriously, I appreciate what you are trying to do here. Problem is it doesn't work. If you want to make a review stand out, all you have to do is make sure it's well crafted, because honestly a well-crafted traditional review will get a lot more attention than this. Not saying that you can't be creative, in fact, never stop being creative, but you have to know how to use it. Honestly, all this review strikes me as being is gimmicky, and gimmicky never works.
On the bright side, you are by far one of the most motherfucking most entertaining users on this site...in your 1 day of being here.
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Ah, so my shameless promoting actually worked. But thank you, I actually think Number of the Beast is a really good album. It was because of this I paid my $20 at Bookman's for The Final Frontier and Powerslave together.
And I'll take your advice on that one.
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What the fuck is with that story? It was cool though
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I named the character after a friend I knew in real life.
That, and I'm doing everything I can to make reviews more... entertaining, so to speak. Be it storylines, humor, or other forms of reviewing.
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Here's the best tracks, in order:
Hallowed Be Thy Name
Invaders
The Number of the Beast
22 Acacia Avenue
Prisoner
Gangland
Run to the Hills
Children of the Damned
Total Eclipse
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There's no poses or negs? Must be pretty neutral.
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I actually fucking love you man
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Classic
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The Number of the Beast noted an uplift in the instrumental content in the songs
don't know what you mean here...
basically, the problem with this review is that there's a lot of physical description about exactly what's happening. first two paragraphs aren't bad, but your descriptions of the songs are exact descriptions of the songs (this happened and that happened), not the result of your experiences as a result of listening to them.
the point of being a music critic is to criticize. there's nothing wrong with anything you've written (hence no negs), but there's also nothing i've learned here i couldn't have learned on wikipedia (hence no pos). once you find your own style of writing that conveys why you feel the way you do about an album, you'll benefit greatly. in the meantime read some reviews by staff writers (i'd recommend med57 or thebhoy {keelan h} ) as they're a pair of brilliant writers, but after reading some more reviews you'll get a sense for what makes a truly great one. keep plugging forward though dude as i can tell you're passionate about this stuff
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Wait, what the fuck happened to the storyline?
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Seriously, there's some dude on sputnik named ZipZop86 whatever, and in two of his reviews, no, three, they weren't even REVIEWS. THEY WERE FUCKING STORIES.
Can I please put that storyline back up?
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I don't like it without the story : (
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I want that story back up.
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You should take this to the U.S Supreme court, this is clearly a violation of the first amendment.
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No fucking dur.
I KNOW! I'LL POST IT UP ON MY FRIEND'S BLOG! YEH!
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I love how absolutely random your summary is now.
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OKAY EVERYBODY, THE STORY IS NOW UP.
http://tf141media.blogspot.com/2011/05/number-of-beast.html
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Iron Maiden
The Number of the Beast (Released in 1982)
This is the tale of Guido Gonzalez and his fight for survival.
As I woke up, it took a while for my vision to be fully clear. I had strands of my hair in my eyes like black silk. I had an awful stomachache and I didn't have any shoes on. My eyes felt heavy, and my arms felt weak. I'm in a moving god damn jeep. "Where the hell AM I?", I screamed into the open air, due to there being no cover over the car. The last thing I remember was being on the back of a Honda, leaning out the window with a shotgun. That's all I ever remembered before this Jeep slammed into us, knocking me out. I looked down at my chest, and a blob of red still lay there. I gulped.
"Ah good, you're awake.", I heard a voice hiss to the left of me. I yelped and whipped to the left, and I was looking at what looked like a zombie, with his bones only. His eyes were an intense gold-and-black, and brown hair that dangled over it's ears. He was wearing a long-sleeved white t-shirt that said: "I Pity Me", blue jeans. That's all I could register while I was still looking. The unknown captor smirked.
"You know me. I'm Eddie, remember, hermano?", he said in my accent, which he clearly heard when they were chasing us. I looked in the back of the jeep, and saw Caesar and Dominik. Caesar's black hair hung from his hair, and he looked angry yet unfocused, and his black tanktop was dirty and ragged. Dominik's red hair was ruffled, and he bore a jacket with a green shirt underneath, smothered with blood.
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