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?
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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 cheese makes it hard to read them sometimes, as Tales From The Kingdom Of Fife demonstrated. Yet for Gloryhammer, this mission of dragons, wizards, undead unicorns? space goblins? hoots? what's a Questlord of Inverness? Well, anyway, it's a celebration of power metal, even a vaguely-messianic fulfillment, rather than a condemnation of its bloated excess.
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