By no means let or not it’s mentioned that heavy metallic is not value taking extraordinarily significantly, however there ought to all the time be room for a little bit levity, and for bands as patently, enduringly ludicrous as TROLLFEST.
Ostensibly a folks metallic band with a level of shared DNA with FINNTROLL and their many inferiors, the Norwegians have turn into more and more ingenious and inventive with their mind-frying lunacy through the years, assimilating a dizzying array of musical concepts into an already bewildering combine.
Extra importantly, TROLLFEST are one of the vital insanely entertaining stay bands on the planet, and their largest problem has all the time been to precisely encapsulate the exuberant, scattershot brilliance of the stay present from the confines of the studio. Current albums like “Helluva” and “Norwegian Fairytales” got here fairly shut, and TROLLFEST‘s quickly hovering profile is testomony to their success.
But when ever there was an apparent slam-dunk, “Flamingo Overlord” is it. Each the band’s most musically ingenious file by some margin and the largest and finest sounding album of their profession, the maddest factor about it’s how fucking good it’s.
With their very own peculiar type of folks metallic as a bedrock, TROLLFEST screech off on all method of weird and pleasant tangents all through their ninth album, whereas by no means forgetting to ship a large, grin-inducing refrain (or two). “Dance Like a Pink Flamingo” is an prompt anthem and fairly presumably the product of diseased minds: with an irresistible, arena-size chorus and at the least six genres crammed into its three-and-a-half minutes, it is the TROLLFEST system in a shiny nutshell.
Subsequent, “All Drinks on Me” is a reasonably extra conventional folks metallic banger, but it surely’s one which zings with power, whereas additionally boasting a reasonably pretty Hawaiian guitar solo and some yodeling.
The truth is, no two songs on “Flamingo Overlord” sound remotely alike, regardless of their creators’ self-evident metal credentials. “Flamongous” is a lurching, off-beat factor, with symphonic shades and a really berserk mid-section that owes its entrance enamel to MR. BUNGLE; “Piña Colada” in some way brings excessive metallic, lavish vocal harmonies and looping, reggaeton beats along with surprisingly interesting penalties.
Saving a number of the finest until final, “The Way You Earn Your Drinks” is all killer clown menace and cod-military thump, whereas “Overlords Have Feelings” provides a cheerfully excessive Balkan metal knees-up, with an virtually ZAPPA-esque really feel.
It’s all, with out exception, madder than a sack filled with rabid weasels. It’s also, and that is the clincher, an enormous, plain ray of sunshine — with extra flamingos.