Legendary '80s Metal Band Performs Fan-Favorite for First Time in 20 Years: 'Sounding Great'
One of the most important metal bands of all time is the legendary British act Judas Priest. The band got their start in '70s by ushering much of the emerging metal sound pioneered by bands like Black Sabbath. Vocalist Rob Halford pioneered much of the singing style that would be come synonymous with heavy metal.
The band developed much of the aesthetic emblematic of metal, including leather outfits, on-stage antics, horror inspired album art and themes, and many other contributions. Songs like "Painkiller," "Electric Eye," and "Breaking the Law" have been hugely influential to all parts of rock and metal, making them one of the most significant bands in the genres.
Fans of the band were treated to a special moment at a recent show, as the band dusted off one of their old fan favorites and performed their song "Solar Angels" for the first time in twenty years.
Fans were ecstatic to see and hear the song again, leaving excited reactions in the comments.
"Love this song reminds my of the old days as a teen!!!!!!"
"Rob sounding great. Love that song."
"So good! I love how they switch up their set to include deep cuts."
It's great that they branch out to include some deeper cuts in the set. The fans who know those tracks will really appreciate it.
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Legendary '80s Metal Band Performs Fan-Favorite for First Time in 20 Years: 'Sounding Great' first appeared on Parade on Jun 18, 2025
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