Deconstructing Eddie: My Iron Maiden Songs & Albums Countdown - Album #15
Album #15 - No Prayer for the Dying
The good news: Even at their worst, the great thing about Iron Maiden is that they're still much better than most bands at their best.
The bad news: This IS Iron Maiden at their worst.
Sure, the album is filled with memorable riffs, a handful of good solos and catchy choruses that offer fleeting glimpses of where they left off, but the fact is that this release marks the end of the band's classic era and the start of an awkward change in direction.
It's been said a lot that the biggest reason for the failure of this album is the departure of Adrian Smith and his replacement with Janick Gers. I don't share the sentiment. I find it hard to believe that a seasoned 5-piece group can go from stringing together some of their best albums to releasing one of their worst albums just by replacing one member; and it's not as if Janick is a bad guitarist. He's certainly different from H, but he's far from being either terrible or terrible for the band. In fact, considering the direction that the band took, it seems more like Janick's cup of tea.
The biggest reason why this album fails is because for the first time in their career, Iron Maiden chose to be generic. Just looking at the tracks, one can see that the length of each of the songs are oddly and safely within less than a couple of minutes of each other. Listening to them then makes it evident that the band simply took less chances. “Let's do away with the mandatory epic and just throw in another song or two in there for good measure, shall we?” Well, the resulting collection of songs ends up feeling flat and gravely in want of some assortment and diversity. The range of musical styles here is just too narrow to make it interesting.
On a slightly brighter note though, the themes tackled in the songs are at least your typical Iron Maiden fare: War, religion, politics and even a bit of mythos. Unfortunately, where the grandiose operatic sound of their 80's albums perfectly complement the subject matter,
No Prayer for the Dying's straightforward rock style waters down whatever substance there is in these songs. This is why the album ends up feeling shallow and even silly at times (Hooks in the ceiling for that well hung feeling? I think I'll pass, thank you very much). It lacks the sort of gravity and weight that made their previous albums strikingly imposing. Gone are the sprawling epics and soaring vocals. In its place, we find Bruce's raspy and gravely side (intriguingly just in time for the grunge explosion) to go along with a host of rudimentary rockers.