Review Summary: The viking lords of viking metal return with their most triumphant ride into glory yet.
Amon Amarth are known for being vikings, it's what they do. Before Skyrim and Game of Thrones brought us the gritty medieval realism and before Ancestry.com brought us the influx of those claiming viking heritage, there was one band being triumphant vikings right on time every two years. That band is Amon Amarth. This album,
The Great Heathen Army, is yet another triumphant release. It is epic, in a word, quite epic.
The lyrics bring to mind triumphant battles, mead, wenches, big boats, cascading waterfalls and mountains, longhaired men with big muscles. There's nothing quite like the triumphant and epic viking atmosphere brought forth here. This listener finds this album has perfected their formula, but can it really be a formula? We do not chastise Michael Jordan as "formulaic" for simply winning triumphantly time and time again. Amon Amarth establish themselves as the Michael Jordan of viking-themed melodic death metal, and this album,
The Great Heathen Army, is yet another slam dunk, a touchdown, a hole in one.
The farts on a poorly ventilated viking battleship must have been the stuff of war. You're all rowing and sitting there and farting out the hot stench of mutton and other viking foods one might see in Skyrim. This album is yet another dastardly fart; too brutal to be ignored. It is said the viking warriors would often fart in the faces of their victims before finally making them sex slaves or killing them. Can you imagine such triumphant stenches? The smell of defeat for some is the smell of victory for others, and
The Great Heathen Army is yet another triumphant victory for both the band and fans.
Row on, fellow metalheads. Row row, row the boat. Row the boat to Odin. For He has surely blessed this band with the hammer of Thor.
