A friend and I were discussing hair metal and I observed that there was a time The Scorpions weren't a bunch of pussilanimous whiners.
The Scorpions from Lonesome Crow to Virgin Killer to Return To Forever could be three different dissertations on musical genres and an academic study of the progression from rock and roll to heavy metal to mainstream rock, with an entire Corollary on "The Issues With Sibling Guitarists" with the subhead "Why MSG rocked harder, but never as well, as The Scorpions." And the guy sitting next to him in class could do one titled, "Judas Priest: The lifecycle of an axe; or, "From dull to razor sharp, to heavy, rusted, and obsolete."
Dear lord. That song is almost 30 years old, and can stand head-to-head with any metal produced in the last 10 years. Goddamn Priest are good. (Footnote. Glenn Tipton stopped playing this year, after being diagnosed with Parkinsons, and being unable to play the way he used to. Fuckin' Parkinsons.)
And - surprise surprise surprise! - the producer of that, and every other piece of face-melting heavy metal fantasticness is, Chris Tsangarides. Of course.