Saxon were and are endearingly charming in their blue-collar Brit laddishness glory. They were always ugly, never looked like rock stars, their music simplistic and derived, but never achieving that primal basicness of, say, AC/DC. A bit like those Cannucks Anvil, who were desperate, but charming too.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NTwgu9OlGcg&feature=relatedI like singer Biff's voice (it's held up well), his accent (you sure won't mistake him for an American and he still pronounces "rubbish" like "rrrrrrrroobeeeesh") and his stage banter. I was never a fan (they had neither Judas Priest's elegance in sound nor Iron Maiden's - albeit naive and sometimes cluttered - instrumental prowess), but I saw them early on in their carrreer (as opening act of Priest), then later when they were trying to crack the US market mid-eighties with some ill-chosen covers like this incredibly heavy-handed treatment of Christopher Cross' essentially beautiful Ride like the Wind (yes, I do like Christopher Cross, there, I said it
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and comparatively recently. I was always entertained, they warm my heart a bit like Status Quo or Twisted Sister do. It's aprimal feeling and of course I am embarrassed about it!
And to completely tarnish my musical reputation here, this is my favorite song of theirs: The bass player holding on to
D-ear life and two guitarists power chording D, G and A can take you a long way. Blissfully idiotic.
Don't knock them please.