Saxon‘s ’84 piece Crusader was a true disaster, a vinyl turntable torture device full of cringe and posturing. Well, it was that one, and the other unspeakable piece preceding it. Both were rightly shunned by the metal crowd back then.
Whatever took Saxon to end up in glam country will forever be beyond me. Was it the allure of the forbidden fruit that the rise of the Sunset Boulevard frenzy promised? Perhaps. Or expensive hairdressers at the top of their game?1 Or, could it be that they got the itch for some easy greenbacks to earn? Being stinking … [...] Click to raid more!
