I’m a fairly shy, mincing human being and don’t associate with loud, angry people often. But don’t get me wrong; when alone, candles blazing, as my shadow leaps across my bedroom walls, I stare into the dark haze of reality and blast the best metal and/or rock album of all time. It gets the guns of my heart cocked, the sword of my life stroked. Without it I am incomplete. My blood leaks, listening to lyrics I would not speak to a close-minded person.

Do you know that feeling when you listen to a song and get reminded of the glory of God because without destiny the song couldn’t exist?

Without something more intelligent than us looming in the foreground, everything we experience would be pointless. And while art such as this exists, we cannot possibly believe that everything is pointless!

Turn up the base, shoot some whisky and relax as you listen to geniuses in rock music that have been praised since the late 20th century. All shall remember Judas Priest. Forsooth, astronauts floating around in space will be listening to this thousands of years from now, but astronaut will be an archaic word.

Thousands of artists such as painters, sculptors and writers owe their efforts to tasty beverages and of course their loved counterpart, musicians! Without music, would paintings even exist? Without ways to sit in a room alone and relax wholeheartedly, would much of the music we love today reach our ears?

Hear the echoes of Judas Priest shuttlecock across your cranium as you summon yourself to the chair and LISTEN!

Answer: Sad Wings of Destiny by Judas Priest , 1976