If you watch this movie expecting to see an intelligent appraisal of heavy metal you are in for an enormous disappointment. This mostly an embarrassing parade of C grade LA Glam bands that never made it, more interested in their looks and "P***y" than the music. Lemmy, Alice Cooper, Megadeth, Ozzy and Steve and Joe from Aerosmith are the only voices of reason. Chris Holmes from WASP is pitiful in his pool scene, and just sad guzzling bottles of smirnoff. Totally USA centric The title of the metal years conjours images of Deep Purple, Led Zeppelin, Black Sabbath, Judas Priest, not "London" or 'Seduce" (Who!!?) This is a lovefest for the LA scene of the late '80's. Crowning glory, Paul Stanley with 3 groupies draped across him, gazing adoringly at him while he talks about how transient they are. Pathetic. Just made me embarrassed to be associated with the genre
