Showing posts with label iron maiden. Show all posts
Showing posts with label iron maiden. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 28, 2018

A Pace That Kills




A Pace That Kills
  1. Jenny Lewis & the Watson Twins, "Run Devil Run"
  2. Van Halen, "Runnin' with the Devil"
  3. The Replacements, "Run It"
  4. Converge, "Runaway"
  5. The Modern Lovers, "Roadrunnner"
  6. Django Reinhardt, "Runnin' Wild"
  7. Elvis Presley, "Run On"
  8. Bruce Springsteen, "Born to Run"
  9. The Coasters, "Run Red Run"
  10. Daikaiju, "Laser Runner"
  11. Le Tigre, "Let's Run"
  12. Bo Diddley, "Road Runner"
  13. Creedence Clearwater Revival, "Run Through the Jungle"
  14. Sly & the Family Stone, "Runnin' Away"
  15. Tom Petty, "Runnin' Down a Dream"
  16. Link Wray & the Wraymen, "Run Chicken Run"
  17. The Velvet Underground, "Run Run Run"
  18. Kyuss, "Freedom Run"
  19. Curtis Mayfield, "Little Child Runnin' Wild"
  20. Pink Floyd, "Run Like Hell"
  21. The Pharcyde, "Runnin'"
  22. Iron Maiden, "Run to the Hills"
For ALN.

Saturday, April 18, 2015

Blind Guardian, "Carry the Blessed Home"

12 Days to Find a Home



Chris Weingarten once wrote of today's music critics having "fairly pronounced predispositions for anything that reminds us of the golden-era hip-hop and grunge-era alternative rock of our youth (probably why we've been championing Killer Mike and Japandroids, respectively)." I understand and play into that sentiment, as a fan of both of those artists, but metal is different to me. As much as I enjoy neo-thrash bands like Skeletonwitch, Warbringer and Municipal Waste, I never feel much desire to listen to them when I already have the Big Four. I prefer metal bands to honor their heroes with innovation rather than imitation--to my ears, the Dillinger Escape Plan pays more tribute to Metallica than Machine Head does.

Likewise, you can keep your DragonForce and your Nightwish as long as I get to keep Blind Guardian. For about 30 years, these German badasses have been updating the Priest and Maiden formulas with more speed, pomp and symphony, complete with the songs to make it work. Most of their songs seem to be inspired by Valhalla and/or Tolkien, but "Carry the Blessed Home" is a wonderful piece of bombast that turns Stephen King's Dark Tower series into Legend of Zelda music from Asgard. If that doesn't sound up your alley, there's always the Decemberists.

Sunday, March 15, 2015

Iron Maiden, "The Ides of March"



Contrarians will ever be telling you that Iron Maiden was at their best in the Paul Di'Anno era, argument which deserves about as much ground as those from listeners who've convinced themselves that Sammy Hagar was Van Halen's best frontman. However, Steve Harris' songwriting prowess and the band's chops were already clear on the first two records, both of which have enough great moments to deserve Eddie on the cover.

Killers, the band's second record, is the only one with more than one instrumetal (sic), "Genghis Khan" and "The Ides of March." The latter is a war march-styled anthem that kicks off the album, alerting the world to a band that was about to slaughter and take over (but not betray) the metal landscape. It's more solo-heavy than Maiden's usual fare--maybe they were already eager to get Di'Anno out of them. But had they kept him on, or even if they'd broken up, songs like this would have secured their spot in metal history.

Saturday, March 1, 2014

Müsic for Airpörts



Müsic for Airpörts
  1. Pearl Jam, "Given to Fly"
  2. Iron Maiden, "Aces High"
  3. Ozzy Osbourne, "Flying High Again"
  4. Blackalicious, "First in Flight"
  5. Liz Phair, "Stratford-On-Guy"
  6. Howlin' Wolf, "Mr. Airplane Man"
  7. Eels, "Blinking Lights (For Me)"
  8. Neutral Milk Hotel, "In the Aeroplane Over the Sea"
  9. Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers, "Learning to Fly"
  10. The Rolling Stones, "Connection"
  11. Motörhead, "Bomber"
  12. The Cramps, "Mystery Plane"
  13. Beastie Boys & Biz Markie, "Bennie and the Jets"
  14. Marvin Gaye, "Flying High (In the Friendly Sky)"
  15. Heatmiser, "Low-Flying Jets"
  16. Björk, "Aeroplane"
  17. Joni Mitchell, "This Flight Tonight"
  18. Neil Young, "Expecting to Fly"
  19. Led Zeppelin, "Night Flight"
  20. Queensrÿche, "Jet City Woman"
  21. Red Hot Chili Peppers, "Aeroplane"
  22. Hüsker Dü, "Private Plane"
For Olena, somewhere between New York and Iceland.

Saturday, October 26, 2013

Iron Maiden, "Seventh Son of a Seventh Son"

Many listeners probably assumed that the title track from Iron Maiden's Seventh Son of a Seventh Son was referring to Willie Dixon's proto-rock classic, or maybe the Seven Deadly Sins. But, as a sea of hype for the Ender's Game movie has reminded me, "Seventh Son of a Seventh Son" was inspired by an Orson Scott Card novel.



Card's Alvin Maker series is not as popular as his Ender series, but it exemplifies his knack for combining folklore and fantasy. It's no wonder that Steve Harris, one of metal's most literary-minded songwriters, took to Seventh Son, Card's book about a boy who hangs out with William Blake. The lyrics to "Seventh Son of a Seventh Son" aren't going to get anyone out of a book report, but along with the music they'll quench your sci fi/fantasy metal needs.

Sunday, October 13, 2013

The Three Best Metal Songs About Native Americans

I'm glad that the movement for the Washington Redskins to change their name is picking up. Owner Dan Snyder might be sure that his own childhood nostalgia matters more than the dignity of an entire race of people, and I know he speaks for a lot of folks who are attached to the name without meaning any harm. Still, I doubt Snyder will call the name "a badge of honor" to any of the Oneida Indian Nation spokesmen he's been dodging meetings with.

The Redskins should change their name, and the fans will get over it, just like they got over the changed lyrics to their theme song ("Scalp 'em, swamp 'um/We will take 'um big score") and the team's integration (original owner/virulent racist George Preston Marshall held out until 1962, when Bobby Kennedy threatened to take away their stadium.)

In honor of a group of people getting disrespected by a billion-dollar industry and this weekend's federal holiday (not to mention John Boehner's shutdown cutting off their healthcare and education funds), here are three songs to play loud this weekend.

1. Iron Maiden, "Run to the Hills"



Easily the best metal song written about American Indians, and probably the best over all song about their tribulations at the hands of the Europeans. Informative without being heavy-handed, "Run to the Hills" is carried by Iron Maiden's most recognizable intro and that eternally rousing chorus, ripping centuries of colonialism out of the history books and writing in the parts about murder, rape and enslavement. Maiden would go on to make more great albums, and still be the best live metal band in the world 30 years later, but by "Run to the Hills," they'd already cemented their place as a cultural force.

2. Anthrax, "Indians"



This used to be the only song that I would ever skip on Among the Living, Anthrax's 1987 classic that's often nominated as the best New York City metal album ever. Listening again, I'm remembering that the music and verses rock pretty hard--it's just the irksome chorus ("Cry for the Indians! Die for the Indians!") that makes one wish that Anthrax had stuck to writing about comic books and Stephen King. Still, "Indians" means well and gets by on the riffs and drumming. Half-Iroquois singer Joey Belladonna was not the cause's most articulate spokesman, but as dreadful songs like the Cult's "American Horse" and Rebel Meets Rebel's "Cherokee Cry" prove, he didn't have an easy task.

3. Testament, "Native Blood"



Testament have always been a small cut below the Big Four, both artistically and commercially, but they were arguably the most consistent, an honor that was upheld on 2012's excellent Dark Roots of Earth. If anything, they've gotten heavier over the past 25 years, and not due to compression. Lead singer Chuck Billy had addressed his native heritage before ("Trail of Tears," "Allegiance,") but never as searingly as on "Native Blood," which won the band a music video award  at the American Indian Film Festival. Also, unless we're counting proto-metalhead Jimi Hendrix, Billy is metal's most accomplished American Indian.

Saturday, July 20, 2013

Who wants to see a concert movie? Anyone?

As recently as college, I would pick up concert movies from my favorite bands. The process was always the same--I'd read about it online, eagerly await its release date, pick it up, watch it on my laptop and then let it collect dust for the next several years. Unless I was playing it in the video store where I worked, which was the perfect way to watch a concert movie (in the background, where you could tune in for the best parts), I rarely took them out of their cases. I eventually stopped buying them, and even stopped buying deluxe CD editions that came with them. I'll just save five bucks and only get the disc I'll play more than once, thank you.





This summer two of my all-time favorite acts are releasing concert movies. I can't pretend that I don't get excited by the trailers--even with the lame voice-over narration and rock radio ubiquity, "Enter Sandman" and "Paradise City" are absolutely thrilling from the stage. Maybe they'll be fun to see in the theater with a few drinks and friends, and they'll probably be cool for Metallica and Guns N' Roses fans whom have somehow never seen them in concert. But who are these movies for, really? Film buffs will prefer more plot-driven art, like Some Kind of Monster or Anvil! The Story of Anvil. Music fans will spend more time with the albums and spend more money on the actual shows. I can't imagine a lot of people watching either of these films more than one.

And why would they? What, besides air conditioning, is someone who loves both of these bands enough to catch them on the tours that they filmed for these movies going to get out of seeing them in a theater? Who, short of Martin Scorsese in The Last Waltz and Shine a Light, can pull one of these off? The subplot in Metallica: Through the Never makes me wish that they'd just stuck to the concert. The straightforward recording of a Las Vegas GNR show makes me wish that they'd added something more--maybe a band documentary, like the one in Iron Maiden: Flight 666. These both look like electrifying shows, but anyone who's seen Metallica or Guns N' Roses in the flesh will tell you that a taped performance is no substitute for the real thing.

As a huge fan of these songs and their performers, I will surely end up seeing both of these movies. I will almost certainly enjoy them both. But I can't imagine that either of them will add much to their band's legacy.

Tuesday, June 18, 2013

Ten Metal Bands to See Before You Die: Iron Maiden

If heavy metal had a CV, Iron Maiden shows would go at the very top. Nothing comes closer to packing everything that's great about metal into one sitting than a stage with Eddie and his human counterparts. It's humorous, political and fantastical. Sometimes it feels raw and grandiose at the same time. Iron Maiden are likeable enough to sell out arenas all over the world, yet metal enough to do it with barely any mainstream press or radio. Iron Maiden may never make it into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, and if they don't, it'll be another feather in their caps.



Iron Maiden doesn't have to be your favorite band, or even your 30th favorite band for one to see that what they do with an audience is breathtaking. None of the musicians, the youngest of whom turns 55 this summer, seem to have been affected by aging, narcotics or world-weariness at all. If anything, they've improved, hitting higher notes and faster rhythms than the ones reached on their classic '80s output. Even on their "hits" tours (the best way to see them, between "new album" tours), they never come across as a nostalgia band, but rather a band that's still getting better at playing their best songs. It's entirely possible that they've spent their entire musical careers preparing for the performance you're about to see on any given night.

In the must-see Rush documentary Beyond the Lighted Stage, Neal Peart tells an interviewer that he will never get tired of playing "Tom Sawyer," because it's always difficult to play, and therefore he always feels good whenever he pulls it off. One can imagine everyone in Iron Maiden relating. They never stop having a blast treating their international audience to workouts like "2 Minutes to Midnight" or "The Number of the Beast," or grinning enthusiastically while running and/or swinging their guitars. On Maiden's newer albums, sometimes they seem to be writing longer and more complicated songs just to rise to the challenge, but onstage they find that challenge in their greatest music, conquering it like the heroes of "Aces High." Songs that you skipped over on Fear of the Dark sound like they should have gone on Best of the Beast. I could sooner imagine Iron Maiden releasing a rap album than phoning in a show.

For a purely metal arena show, it doesn't get any better than Maiden. More metal than AC/DC, less mainstream than Metallica, more musical than KISS, more theatrical than Judas Priest, funnier than Black Sabbath and more agile than anyone this side of Shakira, Iron Maiden are consistently the greatest live metal band in the world. Heard and viewed from any seat in any arena, Bruce Dickinson is an electrifying frontman, punctuating each power metal riff and burst of flame and with vocals that always seem to defy the larynx without forgetting to carry the tunes. If he leaves the stage for a moment, it's for an elaborate set or costume change--you're not getting any extended solos or banter tonight. Even their encore breaks don't last long enough for a bathroom stop. Just hit after hit, with a few engaging quips and explosions in between.

With another band, Maiden's stage, props, pyro and zombie mascot might seem excessive. But part of Iron Maiden's magic is their ability to blend their bells and whistles into the show itself. Their stage sets seem simple, humble even, when fused with the exhilarating hooks of "The Trooper," "Wasted Years" or "Heaven Can Wait." The brutality, steadfastness and musicianship that drive Iron Maiden's best songs deserve the sphinxes, sarcophagi and Union Jacks.

Iron Maiden with a stage is as natural and necessary as Babe Ruth with a bat or Fred Astaire with a dance floor. When people talk about metal that takes rock n' roll to extremities, metal that confronts the worst of life and celebrates the best of it, metal as high art and something to bang your head and flash your horns to, this is what they're talking about.

Thursday, May 30, 2013

Marji Buys an Iron Maiden Tape

From Persepolis:



I like how unguarded both her tastes (Iron Maiden, Michael Jackson, "punk shoes") and the nuns' prejudices are. The fake Iron Maiden song is no substitute for the real thing (it sounds modeled after "The Number of the Beast,") but her reaction is spot-on.


Sunday, May 19, 2013

Judas Priest, "Painkiller"

The sharpest point that I ever heard in the Priest vs. Maiden debate is that Judas Priest are more of a guitarist's band, whereas Iron Maiden are more of a bassist's band. Regardless of which side you fall on, this makes perfect sense. For all of their bombast, Maiden's solos are relatively succinct, and songwriter Steve Harris's basslines are right up there with Bruce Dickinson in the mix. Judas Priest practically founded metal's now-ubiquitous twin axe attack. It's no surprise that Lemmy prefers Iron Maiden, or that Kerry King champions Priest.



Nowhere are those lightning guitars better heard than in the title track to Painkiller. "Painkiller" doesn't just sound heavy for 1990, or for guys pushing 40. Listening today, in 2013, "Painkiller" is downright brutal, far nastier than any of the power metal it supposedly inspired. Drummer Scott Travis, making his first-ever appearance on a Priest record, wastes no time in implementing blast beats into the Priest formula, and it works shockingly well. Tipton and Downing's solos are so frenetic that even guitar wizard Chuck Schuldiner tried something completely different when he covered "Painkiller" on Death's final album. Rob Halford's frequency-pushing vocals are at an all-time high, perhaps acknowledging that he can go further now to complement his band's flourishing energy. Your parents might have even tolerated "Living After Midnight," but there was no way that they were getting down to this.

You'll hear about how Painkiller was Judas Priest's comeback, a response to two lackluster albums (Turbo and Ram it Down) and a sharply-delivered boot to a world of Poisons and Warrants.
But 1990 was an incredible year for metal. Painkiller was up against Rust in Peace, Seasons in the Abyss and Cowboys from Hell, all Album of the Decade candidates. More than a nail in the glam metal coffin, Painkiller was a gauntlet to the thrash and death metal legions, and an example of how Judas Priest could make a melody sound even meaner than a death growl. Listen to what Amon Amarth did with a similar main riff 18 years later--it completely rocks, but it still doesn't sting the same way.



To paraphrase Ornette Coleman, this is the shape of metal to come.

Thursday, May 2, 2013

Ten Metal Bands to See Before You Die: Converge

How does any Converge show ever make it to tape?



There's something intangible at a Converge show that seems to drive people into a frenzy. That combination of "Concubine"--the opening jolt of the instant first riff, the kick of the rhythm section joining in and finally Jacob Bannon's banshee howl--has nearly destroyed every room I've seen it played in. It's almost like clockwork how readily Converge turns any club into chaos. Even as openers, with a semi-interested audience waiting to see Mastodon or Dethklok, Converge elicits delirium or silent awe within a few measures. One senses that they could provoke a mosh pit at the Pope's funeral.

Sometimes when I'm trying to talk people into seeing Converge with me, I tell them that it's as close as they'll ever get to seeing one of the great early hardcore bands, like Minor Threat, Black Flag or Hüsker Dü. Like their influences, there's an abundance of rage and pain in Converge's show. It's not a place where anyone should stay for too long, but it's a place where everyone needs to go sometimes. I don't know what these four massively-talented guys with DIY energy and chemistry are exorcizing when they perform, but I'm glad that someone does it.

Even so, comparing Converge to their hardcore forefathers doesn't seem sufficient. Which Our Band Could Be Your Life act ever played with the ferocity of Kurt Ballou or Ben Koller? When I get a chance to catch my breath, watching Converge reminds me of the black monolith in 2001: A Space Odyssey. Taking punk to a place where it hasn't been reoccupied by Hot Topic, where the riffs dive and soar, the lyrics hurt and the compositions shatter your ideas of what music can be. Taking metal to a place where even the Vice-reading hipsters who wouldn't even touch Iron Maiden for an ironic t-shirt can be moved. Taking its participants further than they might think they need to go, but leaving them in a better place.

Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Diamond Head at St. Vitus Bar



What do a few scores of metalheads packed in to see Diamond Head at St. Vitus Bar have in common? All male, you might guess, and you'd almost be right. But more so, they all read about metal. Some fans hear the songs, decide which ones they like and leave it at that. None of them were at Friday's show.

Lightning to the Nations, Diamond Head's debut and their one album that anybody listens to, is out of print, unavailable on iTunes and starting at $29.99 on Amazon used. They've never charted, and didn't tour America for their first 37 years as a band, but when Metallica covers four songs from the same album, people will track it down. All four songs were played on Friday (in total, every song from Lightning except for "Sweet and Innocent,") and a crowd of mainly fortysomethings who took their metal very seriously thrashed along with every riff.

After two stupendously terrible bands (the worse of which was named Brohammer), Diamond Head took the stage around midnight with a sound that launched a few bands that launched a thousand other bands. New singer Nick Tart was an ideal replacement for Sean Harris, young enough to recharge the band's batteries and experienced enough to hold his own with Brian Tatler, whose monstrous riffage on songs like "It's Electric" and "Shoot Out the Lights" proved that even in the voluminous world of NWOBHM bands, Diamond Head created and perfected their own niche, an extra grimy variation on the genre's operatic vocals and wild soloing. "The Prince" and "Helpless" reminded us that Diamond Head were one of the first metal bands to embrace punk's musical mentality (if not their fashions), and their show-stopping "Am I Evil?" sounded even better in a club than it did when the Big Four covered it three years ago. No matter how many talents you can get on one stage, that song rips hardest with two guitars, a rhythm section and a guy who can sing better than Joey Belladonna.

"That was like seeing Iron Maiden in your living room!" my buddy said while we were leaving the bar. It was almost impossibly cool, and made me hope that someday we'll see something equally rare--Diamond Head in a stadium.

Saturday, April 13, 2013

Rage Days

Andrew W.K., whom sometimes seems like the happiest person in the universe, recently tweeted "Sometimes the angriest music makes us feel the happiest." (His previous post was "PARTY TIP: Start your day with a big dose of Pantera.") To metalheads, generally the best-tempered fan base in all of music, those insights are no surprise, but fans of less extreme music tend to be shocked by this.

AG doesn't listen to a lot of metal or punk, but she told me that sometimes she has "rage days," something that I don't understand the point of having if you don't listen to a lot of punk and metal.



Rage Days
  1. Metallica, "Battery"
  2. Converge, "Dark Horse"
  3. Nine Inch Nails, "Wish"
  4. Black Sabbath, "War Pigs"
  5. Faith No More, "Falling to Pieces"
  6. The Stooges, "Search and Destroy"
  7. Sepultura, "Refuse/Resist"
  8. Slayer, "Angel of Death"
  9. Lamb of God "Now You've Got Something to Die For"
  10. Minor Threat, "Filler"
  11. Suicidal Tendencies, "You Can't Bring Me Down"
  12. Nirvana, "Heart-Shaped Box"
  13. Mastodon, "Blood and Thunder"
  14. Marilyn Manson, "The Fight Song"
  15. Rage Against the Machine, "Killing in the Name"
  16. Stiff Little Fingers, "Suspect Device"
  17. Pantera, "Fucking Hostile"
  18. Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds, "Stagger Lee"
As with any good introductory mix, I've included a few standards--I can't imagine anyone disliking "War Pigs," "Search and Destroy" or "Heart-Shaped Box." But I've also been making gateway metal mixes long enough to know that everyone who hears "Falling to Pieces" seems to enjoy it, or that most people in the 2000s seem to get into modern metal through Mastodon and Lamb of God. Maybe after this, AG will be ready for Goatwhore.

One thing I learned from putting together a specifically rage-based mix is how happy a lot of the best metal bands are. Even at their most belligerant, Iron Maiden, Judas Priest, AC/DC, Van Halen, High on Fire, Motörhead, Ozzy and Amon Amarth are too gleeful to follow up songs like "Angel of Death" or "Dark Horse." Thus instead we get Metallica at their fiercest, Pantera at their most hostile and topping it all off, Nick Cave, to show that some of metal's most raging tracks can even hold up against "Stagger Lee."

Saturday, March 16, 2013

Metal Injection's Top 10 Influential Heavy Metal Albums



"Most influential album" lists are always futile, seeing how there's generally only a few supremely influential artists that would fill up the most accurate lists. All "influential albums" lists aim for diversity, but if we're being realistic, the ten most influential metal albums of all time are the first five Black Sabbath releases and the first five Metallica albums.

Even with that in mind, Metal Injection's list of the most influential metal albums is bewildering. Venom's fun but dated Black Metal over Slayer's nonpareil Reign in Blood? Dream Theater in the top ten metal anything? Nothing from Motörhead, Judas Priest or Megadeth? Scream Bloody Gore may have been Death's debut, but did it really grab more ears and shape the direction of metal more than Human or Individual Thought Patterns?

All that being said, I love this list. For the past two weeks, I've been checking the latest updates at 5pm and rushing home from work to see what the Metal Injection and Metal Sucks staff (and other headbanging experts) have to say about albums by At the Gates, Iron Maiden and Pantera. This is metal in the strictest sense, which means no Led Zeppelin, AC/DC or Van Halen, but also metal in that the MI list sticks it to conventions. This isn't your average Rolling Stone list with Paranoid and Master of Puppets, neither of which appear here, but a fresh look at classic metal records from some fans with the kind of Wayne and Garth enthusiasm that your average Pitchforkers are missing. After this, maybe even Slaughter of the Soul will turn up in Rolling Stone someday.

Enjoy the full list here.

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

Clive Burr

If you're an Iron Maiden fan, your appreciation most likely started with "Run to the Hills" or "The Number of the Beast." If you're not an Iron Maiden fan, you probably just haven't heard either of these songs.





Clive Burr, who died last night from MS, played drums on Iron Maiden's first three albums, including both of the aforementioned tracks on The Number of the Beast. Although he left the band before they became the stadium-conquering legends that they are today, his thunderous fills helped set them on that path and have stayed a crucial part of metal history. A moment of ruckus for Mr. Burr today.




Sunday, February 17, 2013

A Metal Fan's Notes

Dear readers,

In an event that might live in infamy, my first e-book is out today. A Metal Fan's Notes is a collection of headbanger's musings, anecdotes, lists, reviews and rants that will hopefully get you to investigate, reconsider or start a fight over some of the music described herein. Yours to keep, for less than the price of an Ice Cream Twix bar. 

What are the best Iron Maiden and Metallica songs about famous literature? How does Axl Rose make a small group of people cry in his presence? What happens when you play Faith No More's "Epic" on a tavern jukebox? Turn the e-pages and find out.

Far beyond driven,
Ben

Friday, January 18, 2013

Metalhead of the Day: Ryan Adams

Ryan Adams is one of those annoying songwriters who would rather be prolific than good. His songs can be good, great even, but until he stops releasing two albums a year most of them will never make an impact. I'll recommend The Best of Ryan Adams in advance.

Despite his inability to tell his own good songs from his bad songs, Adams has enough of an ear to hear Iron Maiden's "Wasted Years" as a folk ballad and Alice in Chains' "Down in a Hole" as alt-country.





His live covers of Danzig's "Mother" and Dio's "Holy Diver" also deserve listens. I'd risk a Hamilton for a Ryan Adams acoustic metal album.

Friday, December 14, 2012

Three Ways to Improve Your Album


Five minutes from Sylosis' Monolith. 67 more to go.

Every year, my admiration for artists who pour themselves into creating and sequencing a full-length work of art swells. In the face of YouTube, iTunes, American attention spans and singles acts, a select few still care about making a great album. Imagine if most popular books only had two good chapters, or if most movies had a couple of good scenes. That's the state of albums today. Dependably creative artists like Converge are both rare and crucial to modern music, just as someone like Jonathan Franzen is to literature.

However, if we are going to keep putting great artists on a pedestal, we still need to hold them to high standards. There are many reasons why music isn't selling as well as it did in decades past. I'll argue that one reason is that in general, most new albums and artists, metal included, aren't as great as their predecessors. With music sales bringing in less revenue than ever for record labels, artists have enough creative control to indulge their best impulses more than ever, but also their worst. Bands as varied as Rush, Gojira and Baroness released good, even great albums this year, but with minimal effort they could have been much better. Here's how.

1. Keep it short.

This seems like the biggest problem for many of today's metal bands. A CD can contain up to 80 minutes of music, but that's no reason for your band to use all 80. If you're lucky enough to find an audience, you should leave them wanting more, not less. To paraphrase Lou Reed, 30 minutes is fine, 40 is pushing it, 50 and you're into jazz.

This isn't a recent phenomenon. Some of the world's finest metal bands have run out of steam over hour-plus long players. Guns N' Roses were the best band in the world when they recorded Use Your Illusion I and II, and even they couldn't get through two-and-a-half hours without "So Fine." But let's look at the good. Slayer's Reign in Blood, one of metal's only indisputable classics, doesn't make it to the half-hour mark. At the Gates reshaped death metal in 34 minutes on Slaughter of the Soul. Led Zeppelin, Black Sabbath and Iron Maiden, all legendary for their epic compositions, found ways to end their best albums in under 45 minutes. Don't point out that you love all 65 minutes of Metallica's ...And Justice for All until you remind yourself that your band isn't Metallica.

2. Cut the interludes.

Hip-hop is the worst at this. Intro skits, outro skits, intermission skits, phone call skits--these are among the reasons why anyone with a considerable hip-hop collection dreads the shuffle option on their preferred listening device. Metal is also culpable, but instead of skits, they use musical interludes. This year, Veil of Maya, Between the Buried and Me and the Tony Danza Tap Dance Extravaganza littered their records with tossed-off, minute-long pieces that went from being entertaining to skipable over a few listens. Elmore Leonard once said of writing, "I try to leave out the parts that people skip." The best musicians record albums the same way.

3. Save some of the best for last.

Nearly every metal album I've heard in the past several years, even the great ones, are unarguably front-loaded. You don't play all your best songs in the first half of the show, and you also shouldn't play all your best songs in the first half of your album. Slayer ended records with "Raining Blood" and "Seasons in the Abyss." The Number of the Beast closes out with "Hallowed Be Thy Name." How many people who buy Lamb of God records can name a song on the second half of Sacrament or Ashes of the Wake? Those are both great records, but will anyone ever put either of them on a countdown near Rust in Peace? "Tornado of Souls" and "Lucretia" are on side two.

With most listeners sequencing their own playlists these days, some will contend that these gripes don't matter. But maybe listeners would be less inclined mess around with bands' intended tracklists if more artists proved that they knew how to make an album.