Recent posts (and my crazy head) have made me ask myself "Why do I love metal?"
The answer is not simple: I could go into the psychology of youth and feeling connected to something larger, I could talk about screaming guitars and banging drums, I could talk about Ozzy and Maiden and Metallica and Slayer, I could talk about dark imagery and social taboo, I could talk about crazy concerts and mosh pits, I could talk about the sub-culture. Someday I may write about some or all of those things, but today I am going to simplify things and say my love for metal comes from two things Power and Passion
There are many ways to exhibit this: the raw power and speed of thrash, the slow grinding power of early Sabbath and Type O, and symphonic power among many others.
So here is one example of the Power and Passion that helped me survive my wonder years.
Black Sabbath-Heaven and Hell