Holy Martyr
Hellenic Warrior Spirit

...hiéi!

Alt orchestras and tagadà: it's 100 months of candles for Hellenic Warrior Spirit, by the Ho-ly Mar-tyr.

I discovered them a few weeks before the tragic end of G.Michael [wham!] and I never regret it [whooooom!] even though I know little about their early demos.

A..ll-in.

Escaping from their friendly Milanese walls [although they are Sardinian Sardinians, and it's good to say it not to remain fixed on Carta and Atzei] of producer Stefanini to record in Venetian lands, the Epic band in question certainly didn't bother to "spoil" the content of pseudo-celebrative films about the ancient history of Greece and Europe, akin to Alexander or 300, that is, those released not long after the LP of Call of Army [the only deb-deduced genre album that literally gripped me], perhaps the best LP of that year, ndt: the 11 tracks, sonorously introduced by the marching steps of Spartan militias towards their exhausting battle path, are scrat-chy, pow-erful, en-terprising, and with no excessive smudge to jeopardize their metallic nature.

The drums 'e Ferru [Daniele, not Tiziano!], and fleeting bass lines to crown the guitarristic wall, after the incessant and sustained rides of Sn.Px. and Lakedaimon, rightly combine with cellos and bou-zou-ki, particularly in H'Tan H'Epi Tas and in the eight minutes anything but pompous and dispersive of Hellenic Valour. The splendid Kameri, Andreia, Polemos and Molon Labe prelude the crescendo of temper and pathos audible in the intense and measured Defenders in the Name of Hellas -and here this has nothing to do with soccer-, which acts as a passepartout, as a guiding track, as well as in the two "narrations" concluding, focused on the dramatic events of Thermopylae, where voice and trichordo evocate the not too melancholic grudges experienced by the warriors.

In fundus, besides being a concept-literary work, HWS is a very tonic almost-unique proposal: there is a fiery union between Hellenistic tradition, deep-sabbathian metal and Indo-European folklore, captivating with its flavour the "connoisseur listeners" of the so-called new post-independent quality manifesto of our house... in addition to some returns of old lions\lionesses or thirty-somethings in early discovery who do not approve of lavish advertising of themselves via cable and magazines, which instead the current chart merchandise receives ad hoc.

I thank those who desired to read the review and I cannot help but thank Alex Mereu, the supporting voice Victor Ballerio, and the founder Ivano Spiga, Eros Melis, and Nico Pirroni.

A q.p.!

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