Norway’s Spielbergs are an interesting prospect. Their debut album, This Is Not The End, is an odd beast – with its The Hotelier meets American Football album cover
Ah, I thought I could see the silhouette of an owl in the sky…somewhere in the ice-clad mountains of Stavanger, Norway, six mighty warriors have broken free, scraped the cold from their beards and checked shirts, grabbed their weapons (4 guitars, a drum kit and a mic) and have returned to bring the rock ‘n roll metal party train back.
Two years ago, Honningbarna released the album Verden Er Enkel, an album I frankly, couldn’t get enough of. It was everything that modern punk rock should be, sung in a Scandinavian tongue; and while I couldn’t make out anything cello-totting vocalist Edvard Valberg was saying, it really didn’t matter because the music was so breathlessly brilliant.
Honningbarna (Honey Kids) are an unrelenting, turbo-charged organ of pure energy. Similar to fellow kinsmen Kvelertak, they sing in their native tongue and not once does it hamper the enjoyment and sheer brilliance of Verden Er Enkel (The World Is Simple). From the bite of the discordant, Refused-aping opener of Dodtid (Downtime) to the scrappy punk rock adrenalin punch of Gi Oss Kick (Give Us A Kick), Verden Er Enkel a rapid-fire assault to the senses.