All hail the masters of power Metal. From the same DNA as pirate Metal supremos Alestorm, Gloryhammer share the same mixture of absurdity and fucking great tunes. They glory (pun very much intended) in the utter ridiculousness of power Metal. It is all space unicorns, time travelling wizards and masterful keyboard flourishes. Their tongue is not just in their cheek, it has traversed their entire body and is now sticking out of their bottoms. The saving grace is the songs. As with their mothership Alestorm, they know how to cultivate a chorus that claims squatters rights in your brain. So switch off your minds and get ready to giggle and boogie. The Chaos Wizards have awoken and are about to claim Catton Hall as their own.

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