The man with a past that’s most committed to, married to, and having his way with, all the rules of power metal practiced by those vacant of such a past.
The alchemical formula to transform formal, minor key violins and proper Victorian speak into an aural tickle that makes skulls grin and devils tap their toes.
Voivod created an art style and their own font while that Rob Zombie guy was still doodling in high school notebooks and trying to score with cheerleaders.
These Swedes meld folk, that uplifting sweep of melodic heavy metal, some enchanting acoustic dreams, and a bit of gruff-voiced In Flames-esque material.