“It’s absolutely pissing it down. If I go out, I’m gonna get fucking soaked.” In Rob Halford’s hometown of Walsall, it is, indeed, pissing it down. It’s grey, it’s cold, it’s wet, the trains are up the creek, and he’s just spent the thick end of an hour wrestling with phone technology that refuses to work properly. Settling onto a leather sofa, the Judas Priest frontman gives an exaggerated ‘what can you do?’ shrug and raises a finger with the confidence of someone about to make a very good point. “But that’s heavy metal, isn’t it?” There’s a laugh, but this is how Rob Halford talks, constantly. Everything is heavy metal. Everything that’s right and good and proper and filled with the vitality of life, anyway. And rain. And why not? Bein...