'Well-beloved' original Iron Maiden singer dies aged 69
His former band, More, announced his death in a social media message published on July 29th.
Paul Mario Day, the original singer of Iron Maiden, has passed away at the age of 69 after a battle with cancer. The British-born vocalist also fronted bands like More, Wildfire and Sweet, leaving a strong mark on the NWOBHM scene.
His passing was confirmed by Sweet guitarist… pic.twitter.com/OcfJf7F2wo — Rock Feed 🎸 (@RockFeedNet) July 29, 2025
They shared: 'We are deeply saddened to learn of the passing of the great MORE vocalist Paul Mario Day.
"Paul was a huge part of the (New Wave of British Heavy Metal) from his time in an early version of Iron Maiden and of course his fantastic performance on the Warhead album.'
More said of Day's legacy: 'He was a well loved figure in British rock music and played many memorable shows not least the legendary 1981 Monsters of Rock show at Castle Donington with AC/DC, Whitesnake /David Coverdale as well as tours with Iron Maiden Def Leppard and many other legendary artists.'
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The group then vowed to honour him at future shows, adding, 'It's an honour for us to continue to play his music and we will always think of him every time we hit the opening notes to 'Warhead'.
"We send our deepest condolences to Paul's family and friends and also the many fans around the world who love his music.'
No cause of death has been revealed.
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