Iron Maiden moved into the big league with the album that ushered in the band’s classic era. Everything took of with the release of The Number Of The Beast.
The Number Of The Beast
Produced by Martin Birch
Released 22 March 1982
After Iron Maiden (1980) and Killers (1981), Maiden and their management faced a state of upheaval that could easily have been the end of a lesser band. But they had also found their sound, particularly with the coming of producer Martin Birch and guitarist Adrian Smith for their second album. They just needed a voice.
Vocalist Paul Di’Anno was booted, one of many Maiden exits in the early days. Losing the lead singer is a dangerous gamble for any band, as Maiden would learn so well at a later stage of their career, but in the case of Di’Anno they had no choice.
As if the singer’s departure wasn’t enough, the NWOBHM movement that Maiden somewhat reluctantly spearheaded was already waning, and a lot of people were expecting Iron Maiden to disappear.
But in late 1981, Steve Harris’ band had no intention of becoming yesterday’s news, and responded to adversity by upping their game considerably, perhaps into territory few observers foresaw. They recruited Samson singer Bruce Dickinson, created their most ambitious music yet, and released a number one record with The Number Of The Beast in March 1982.
This album is home to some of the best-loved metal tunes of all time: Run To The Hills, The Number Of The Beast, and Hallowed Be Thy Name. Add to that the less well-known but equally majestic Children Of The Damned, The Prisoner and 22 Acacia Avenue, and you have a bona fide heavy metal classic on your hands.
Producer Birch steers the ship with a steady hand, utilizing London’s Battery Studios to build further on the solid sound of Killers. He also allows the new singer room enough to make his mark, even pushing him to do so in spite of crushing headaches, as Dickinson would later explain in his autobiography.
Dickinson’s operatic singing style takes the band into waters hitherto uncharted, perfectly conveying the drama and intensity of Harris’ lyrics, which are by now straying from the sometimes crude and vulgar words of the first two records to deal with out-of-body experiences, the occult, and historical events and conflicts. Dickinson’s voice is the perfect foil for these expressions and he would from this point on be thought of by millions as the ultimate, even the only acceptable, voice of Iron Maiden.
On the visual side, Derek Riggs’ Eddie has taken a bit of a fall, dropping all the way from the streets of London to the depths of Hell. The band’s new confidence seems to find its perfect visualization in Riggs’ album and single artworks, which are also perfectly designed to scare the living daylights out of parents around the globe:
The picture disc re-release comes with a gatefold cover that opens to reveal a cool live shot of the band on the 1982 Beast On The Road tour, while the disc is illustrated with Riggs’ single artworks for Run To The Hills and The Number Of The Beast. The 180g black vinyl reissue replicates the original packaging nicely.
Musically, Steve Harris has said that he felt Killers was stronger than The Number Of The Beast, and there are certainly great things to be said about the Killers album, as our previous review argues. But the Beast album edges it for two reasons: Dickinson’s triumphant arrival, and the complete world-class level of six of the songs.
The record is only let down by Harris’ disappointing Invaders (the only Maiden album opener never to be performed live…) and the lacklustre Gangland, co-written by Adrian Smith and drummer Clive Burr. The 1998 CD remaster’s addition of the single B-side Total Eclipse (not to be found on the current vinyl or digital reissues) does not elevate the record either. All these songs belong in a different league, one that the band has by now left behind them as they’ve started scaling the heights of their classic era.
With The Number Of The Beast, Iron Maiden created a benchmark few bands would ever match. And they proved why manager Rod Smallwood was 100 % right about a record deal having to look to the third album.
That’s when the fun really starts.
Christer’s Verdict: 5/6