Rating: NN
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Like that aggressive, balding uncle who plays really rough games of touch football at Thanksgiving, 2005’s Judas Priest are trying way too hard to convince us they’re tough. Perhaps in a bid to out-muscle their younger nü-metal counterparts and show ’em who’s still got balls of British steel, the Priest have upped the metal quotient to deliver what is arguably their heaviest record to date. Sure, Rob Halford’s sick-bitch howl still sounds like a million hounds of hell, but the riff-heavy accompaniment just doesn’t bulge enough to rival prime-time Priest. I’ve got a lump in my throat when there should be a lump in my pants. Tailgating will never be the same.
