Ages ago, in Viking times, there was a band that released an album. It was the eighth album in their nearly 20-years career and they hadn’t lost their touch. The band of course – if you read titles you know this – is Amon Amarth, the album is Surtur Rising and the release date is March 23rd 2011. I bought it then. I listened to it then. I loved it then.
But I never got to reviewing it, due to what’s probably a completely fucked up setting of priorities or perhaps just plain ol’ stupidity. It sat on my desk all the time, begging to be heard, begging to make an impression again, begging to be written about. But I didn’t see it, as it was covered by a big pile of other Metal albums, some of matching stature, but others of much lesser decent and worthiness.
Now, about an era further down the ever-flowing line of time I’m holding this album in my hand. Hard paper-back cover of the special edition with its DVD full of Metallic goodness inside. It’s old, but it was built with such craft that it withstood the unforgiving wrath of time. The CD is not inside the casing anymore, as it plays on my stereo and once again sets the membranes of my speakers in motion.
It’s returned to life, it’s old strength once more in its powerful riffs. And despite its clear feeling of ages ago, its tales of battle, bloodshed and bastard Vikings of war, it still feels crisp, up to date and overly delicious. I guess it’s time to review the old bugger!