This came out in 2002 – or at least that’s when I got it. Here’s what I said about it back then (with some minor editing):
Nü-metal and rap-metal, this-metal and that-metal — every year, it seems, somebody comes up with a new hard-rock sub-genre. But no matter how things change, Rob Halford remains in a class by himself.
On his seventh solo album, the ex-Judas Priest shrieker proves he just can’t stop talking ’bout his rock forever. Decked out as always in studded black leather bondage gear — right down to the aviator shades, whip and riding crop — Halford one again delivers the old-school goods on these 15 cuts, wailing like a banshee and screaming for vengeance over a hellbent-for-leather backdrop of pompous power metal festooned with thuderous double-bass drumming, adrenalized shredding and arena-sized riffage. Granted, cuts like Park Manor, One Will and Betrayal, no matter how slamming and solid, will never take the place of all those Priest classics. Still and all, it’s nice to know that Halford hasn’t become a victim of changes yet.