That's What I Call a Power Finish
Here's seven minutes of the most cringe-worthy rock spectacle I've ever seen. The official story for this caca-phony is that the backing tapes were played back at 48kHz sampling rate as opposed to 44.1kHz. (Umm, in pro sound reinforcement, wouldn't it be the other way around?) I think Eddie, who has to be eligible for AARP now, was concentrating so hard on getting those jumps just right, he didn't notice the incredible suckitude of the solo—or, for that matter, the song.