Released: 2012, Century Media
Reviewer: Metal-Rules.com UK Team
Long Live Heavy Metal – it’s a simple enough sentiment but one that many of us share. So 3 Inches Of Blood’s flag waving is something that you should be rights throw your horns up behind.
And so you should – combining those two long-time collaborators of power and thrash Long Live Heavy Metal is as advertised; a heavy metal album. Modern day production gives each riff extra crushing power, whilst Cam Pipes is still hitting those sky-high notes with a falsetto that evokes Rob Halford or King Diamond at full power.
The epic guitar tone of opener ‘Metal Woman’ gives way to the smouldering groove of bass and drums until Cam’s opening cry cuts through this atmosphere like a well place lightning strike, balanced out by the rough roars of guitar man Justin Hagberg. Burning out the pedal completely, the track descends into swaggering break-down, before a teasing stop-start opens out into the final gallop to the prize. If your girlfriend was anything like the lady in question you wouldn’t get any further.
Which would be a shame as ‘My Sword Will Not Sleep’ wields one hell of a sharp edge on its axe, whilst ‘Leather Lord’ crosses the line from hero-worship to undisguised ‘reimagining’ of the aforementioned Judas Priest’s ‘Painkiller’. ‘Chief And The Blade’ is a folky-acoustic-instrumental strum-athon that would feel at home round a medieval banquet, but the mood lifts again when Maiden-esque ‘Dark Messenger’ charges in without wiping its feet.
Dio tribute ‘Look Out’ is absolutely first class – there’s a real affection within the song and the guitar solos/organ face-off is finger melting. Penultimate track ‘Men Of Fortune’ is an unexpected offering – a seven-minute epic which breaks into slower melodic tempo and normal pitch, almost chanting, vocals.
Sure if you’re not a fan of high-pitched vocals Long Live Heavy Metal may provoke a nervous twitch around the eyes, but the rest of us will be too busy banging our heads in the backseat of the car/pit/supermarket/office/your mum’s room to notice your shame.
Review by: Kirsty Birkett-Stubbs