A song to make ovaries explode
The name sounded vaguely familiar... Where had I heard that one before?...
Oh yeah, I remember now.
Back in the days when PaganFest used to be held at the Grammercy Theatre in NYC, I would occasionally buy tickets and drop in to watch various metal bands do their thing. I believe the first year that I went, that was when HEIDEVOLK were the headlining act.
Now, I didn't stick around that night long enough to see them play. I was there to see some other interesting bands, and I did - that was the night that I first came across ARKONA and ENSIFERUM, much to my delight, along with other various minor luminaries of the folk/prog scene.
But I didn't stay to watch the headliners.
Turns out, that might have been a bit of a mistake.
You see, HEIDEVOLK is the type of band that insists on playing full-blast folk metal, and singing only in their native language - well, with maybe one or two exceptions. And they do such a good job, in fact, that they have come up with some of the most epic and manly and badass metal songs ever recorded.
Like, say, this one.
I warn you now: if you listen to this, your muscles will grow muscles. If you are clean-shaven, you will spontaneously grow an epic beard. If you already have a beard, it will rapidly grow into a full bear-fur cloak.
And if you are a woman, you will be exposed to such a vast overdose of testosterone that... well, see the title of this post.
OK, I warned you. Listen on if you dare.
Woolly mammoths are f***ing METAL, dude. They just are.