I was a spotty teenager when Brave New World came out, and trying to define my musical identity. My parents were only listening to stuff recorded in the fifties and first half of the sixties, my brother picked up from there and listened to early-day acid and hard rock. Consequently, nothing recorded after 1972 was in the house, and this was in the day when it would take an hour to download a five-minute song if you were lucky (our internet connection was shit, so more often than not my internet time was up when the song was stuck at 95%).
My friends all listened to hip hop, electronic music or garbage like Blink 182 or Limp Bizkit. There was nothing for me there. My family was as described, and even the music shows they watched on TV were footage from the Isle of Wight festival or Beach Boys reruns. I caught some music here and there, and for a while I was listening to The Doors, Led Zeppelin and Pink Floyd with a lot of enthusiasm. Some elements of what I wanted were there: Great guitar solos and thoughtful lyrics, but I always felt myself drawn more to the rockers than the long meandering things that went nowhere. Couldn't there be something that combined the awe-inspiring instrumentals of Pink Floyd with the heavy riffs heaviness and headbanging potential of Led Zeppelin, and with lyrics that gave me something to think about without descending into weird, drug-induced rambling?
The fateful day came when I first heard Number of the Beast in religion class when my teacher wanted to give us an example of satanist music. I had the album shortly after that and listened to it non-stop, but it was really when I first heard Brave New World that I realised this isn't just a musical crush, but my great love and my home. Brave New World had everything I was looking for: The riffs, the lyrics, the sonic dreamscapes and the edge I didn't know I was looking for. To this day, the instrumental section of The Thin Line Between Love and Hate is one of my favourite musical moments ever; Brave New World, Ghost of the Navigator and Out of the Silent Planet still captivate me and make my mind wander, and so on and so forth. I don't care: The instrumental section of The Nomad is still something I love to listen to, although the lyrics sounded a lot cooler to me when I was 15.
So my point is, I can't, and don't have the desire to, look at Brave New World (or any Maiden album, for that matter) objectively. This album played a key role in my life and has been a source of inspiration for me for two whole decades now. It is not my favourite album, nor do I think it is in any way flawless, but it will always be special to me.