OCT. 22

When I tell people that the new Rob Halford album is really—not ironically—good, they look at me as if I’m some sort of leper or something. Come on, folks, is it really that hard to believe? After all, the man has been rocking out for nearly 30 years. And even if he did waste time trying to be a punk rocker (in the ill-conceived 1993 skate-punk group Fight), the former Judas Priest frontman has returned from the humiliation with a new band named after him and a real heavy-metal album. That’s right, a real heavy-metal album, filled with smoky biker pictures, soprano screaming, and the gallop missing from the latest Iron Maiden record. This is the stuff, people, not some Creedlike token riffing. It’s a balls-to-the-wall, “real men play on 10,” stupid heavy-metal adventure. Halford’s new eponymous CD offers lots of dark references, guitar harmonizing galore, and no statements—musical or otherwise (unless you count thinly veiled threats of revenge). When the band Halford takes the stage Sunday, prepare for pyrotechnics, melodramatics, and phallic guitar solos. And the man in front will be a bona fide metal god. Really. The screaming starts at TIME TK at the 9:30 Club, 815 V St. NW. $PRICE TK. (202) 393-0930. (Mike Kanin)