Angus McBillion has packed up his unicorns in his old kit bag and is smiling, smiling, smiling through gritted teeth. But how are things down at the farm?

Gloryhammer is that all-too-rare band that embodies everything tiresome, juvenile, cliché, and hopelessly stupid about a genre and somehow manages to make it sound fresh and exciting - or at least extremely fun. Such an earnest overstuffing of...

This is shockingly good. But, dude, look at the song titles! They're reminiscent of Nanowar and I wasn't initially sure if I was supposed to take this album seriously. If you're unsure as well, fear not: turns out this is completely awesome...