With Sabaton, you’ve firstly got to leave elements of your conscience, and maybe a few dozen brain cells, in a safe place. The war-obsessed Swedes, though immensely respectful towards real life veterans, do otherwise seem to treat bloodshed as if it’s all a bit of a jolly old romp.
‘I’ll defeat you, I’ll win the war, I will destroy you,’ they chant jauntily in I, Emperor, as if massacring armies is a bit like qualifying for the Euros. It really makes no difference whether you died in some ruler’s stupid, bloody argument centuries ago or last week – there was certainly nothing cool about it. That said, nobody in our wonderfully diverse metal world can compete with Sabaton when it comes to battle metal and predictably, Legends is as glorious and pomp-filled as anything the veteran outfit have done.
Take opener Templars and the brutishly brilliant Impaler with their anthemic, Viking choirs roaring a path to Valhalla. Unlike most Vikings, these had access to a studio and even dabbled with synths. A Tiger Among Dragons starts with fanfare that wouldn’t be amiss in a Rocky film, while Crossing The Rubicon (incredibly, featuring gym-honed alt.rockers Nothing More) brings more grand, triumphal hooks.