HARK THE HERALD
Un enfoque totalmente diferente, los ingleses Jaldaboath. Inspirados por la tradición de los trobadores, la música tradicional, el heavy metal y como ellos mismos dicen los Monty Python denominando a su música como " Tumultuous Teutonic Templar Thrash ", o " Hammering Heraldic Metal ", lo cual es toda una declaración de intenciones. Habiendo más grupos que recurren al humor en sus letras e instrumentaciones estos son, junto con los italianos Nanowar of Steel los que más me gustan. Jaldaboath es un proyecto de James Fogarty quien ya ha tenido proyectos anteriores de Black death metal y producción musical. Han sacado hasta la fecha de esta reseña dos albumes de estudio y un EP desde 2008 y este The rise of the heraldic beasts es el primer larga duración de estudio, de 2010, del que quiero destacar la canción Hark the herald, un divertido tema que no renuncia a nada quedandose con facilidad en la cabeza, y con un videoclip que hay que ver y del que os dejo un enlace a youtube. Una banda fresca que merece la pena conocer.
Kill! Burn!
Waste the wenches!
Hark the herald!
The King wants blood!
Hark the herald,
the war drums beating.
Hark the call,
the call to arms!
Sally forth,
and no retreating.
Saddle thy horse,
raise the alarm!
The king hath decreed,
us knights do battle,
for the honour,
of his fair queen.
Now we ride,
to meet the brutes on their own ground.
Mace,steel and lance,
has vengeance found
Kill! Burn!
Waste the wenches!
Hark the herald!
The King wants blood!
Deep entrenched,
Lord Asquith is hiding,
in his fort,
portcullis is down.
Lay siege will we,
and yield will he,
to declare the innocence,
of our queen (the whore!)
Kill! Burn!
Waste the wenches!
Hark the herald!
The King wants blood!
Women crying.
Witches scrying.
Banners flying.
Knights dying!
Waste the wenches!
Hark the herald!
The King wants blood!
Hark the herald,
the war drums beating.
Hark the call,
the call to arms!
Sally forth,
and no retreating.
Saddle thy horse,
raise the alarm!
The king hath decreed,
us knights do battle,
for the honour,
of his fair queen.
Now we ride,
to meet the brutes on their own ground.
Mace,steel and lance,
has vengeance found
Kill! Burn!
Waste the wenches!
Hark the herald!
The King wants blood!
Deep entrenched,
Lord Asquith is hiding,
in his fort,
portcullis is down.
Lay siege will we,
and yield will he,
to declare the innocence,
of our queen (the whore!)
Kill! Burn!
Waste the wenches!
Hark the herald!
The King wants blood!
Women crying.
Witches scrying.
Banners flying.
Knights dying!
By Nash
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