A few weeks ago, when Ringo Starr was in town, I wrote a column pondering the world's best drummers - and man, did I get an earful of feedback on the Herald's website, telling me who I'd forgotten and who deserved recognition. So sorry to Art Blakey, Keith Moon and, er, Phil Collins. But can I just say, it was never meant to be a definitive list, just my own personal favourites.
So yeah, anyway, since heavy metal pioneers Deep Purple are in town this weekend (let me hear you sing, "Smoke on the Water ... and fire in the sky"), and the founders of all things metal, Black Sabbath, are here in a few months - not to mention Tool, who have just announced a second Vector show, I thought it was timely to talk about the best heavy metal band out there. Because it seems metal - in its many dark and disturbing, yet amusing and fun forms - is pretty in vogue of late. Although, if you ask me - and many of the other goat-throwing followers around the world - it's never really gone away.
Listening back to Deep Purple's Machine Head - yes, the album with Smoke on the Water on it but best of all, the bluesy metal stomp and fuzz of Space Truckin' - it's not all that heavy compared to something like Slayer's Reign in Blood (great, reckless, bike-riding music) or Meshuggah's Nothing (the sound of your head being bound up with barb wire).
But boy, it's still good old-fashioned chest-beating rock music. And I have to say, God knows what Purple are doing playing with 70s and 80s American rockers Journey, who are easy-listening metal at best. Apparently, according to mainstay Journey man Neal Schon, they can rark up the heaviness with the best of them these days, so I can't wait to hear the Satan-ised version of their fist-pumping 1981 hit Don't Stop Believin' on Sunday night.
But back to the metal.