Angel Of Retribution

Yep pretty fuking good init..............looks like Rob used a few of Rippers old outfits , just a minor adjustment here and there & a bit of black tread...............seriously though a classic ...........stand outs so far are" Deal with the Devil", "Worth fighting for". "Wheels of Fire" "Hell Rider", "Angel" and "Lochness" ahhh fuk it they all are..................Pleaseeeeeeeeee fuking Tour
 
The DVD is cool, but I wish it was the whole show! Or at least a section of the show, having the songs in order sort of thing. Oh well, can't complain with cool bonuses like that. I shall watch the doco when I get home from uni.

The sound is fantastic and Halford sounds great, but he seems to be pretty immobile for some reason.
 
Funny you say that, during the intro part before Electric Eye, they are panning around backstage and you see a tub of Vasoline next to a leather belt. :lol:

Brucey still runs around on stage like a hypo young frontman, but I guess they can't all be like that. At least Rob still sounds good and is up there doing it.
 
Blitzkrieg said:
Funny you say that, during the intro part before Electric Eye, they are panning around backstage and you see a tub of Vasoline next to a leather belt. :lol:

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:D :D Yes I saw that and rised the old eye brows............
 
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