10/10
Just when it seems like you’ve reached the emotional peak of the album, the title track hits you like a load of bricks carried on an eighteen-wheeler being driven by Godzilla. The keyboards, which heretofore remained rather subdued, are up front and center, accenting the chunky rhythm guitars and making Maiden sound heavier than they’ve ever sounded before. This song chronicles the birth of the mythical Seventh Son and his entrance into the world, learning of his powers and his legacy. Bruce is godly on this recording, especially during the chorus. It’s a song that could easily sound repetitive or trite, but Maiden’s earnestness makes it all work. A serpentine harmonized riff cuts through the second chorus and segues into a sweeping, expectant bridge complete with spoken word by Bruce and a spooky atmosphere that rivals Rime of the Ancient Mariner. Once the song kicks into high gear, it is Maiden at their absolute best. Furious, unrelenting, yet endlessly melodic. Murray and Smith rip through two guitar solos over time changes aplenty. The end of the title track is the culmination of every sonic tapestry they’ve ever weaved: immediate and ferocious, powerful and grand.