![]() So, is divining the essence of 1979-1983 the gist of it? Can we look to Road Warrior/ Johnny Touch and Mongrel’s Cross most recent records for the proper protein-folding mechanisms & alchemical formulae? To some degree the personalities here are of course defined by a deep love for early Iron Maiden, no question about that, and you’ll get some extended melodic stride n’ slashing moments which echo Slough Feg at their most dramatic by virtue of there only being a few bands who can capably achieve this, but we should also look to well-developed taste in 80’s US power metal and broader “epic” variant for vital basal resonances. ![]() ![]() The banding of folks here makes perfect sense otherwise, eh, well even moreso “in action” of course - This first EP from Fate’s Hand is a bard’s lungful of adventure, glory, and rousing upward-striking heavy metal guitar music that tells its tale via intensely composed works and roar-of-the-crowd worthy performances. Nepotism of course goes a long way introducing a new project since we immediately know where the artists are coming from, the quality/finesse they are capable of, and without question each of these folks have created timeless heavy metal-influenced works in the past which we can consider “epic” without an inch of irony implied. Without a doubt existing fans will at the very least hear the hand of Goet in the guitar work. ( StarGazer, Road Warrior) for his distinctive voice, guitarist/bassist Goet & drummer Wretch each from Mongrel’s Cross, and I could only guess which fellowe involved with Impetuous Ritual also features here, perhaps SE. Of course I am drooling like an idiot child discovering Fire & Ice (1983) for the first time as I pour over ‘Fate’s Hand’, it being the first release from a collaboration between folks somewhat easily recognized from bands which I am very much on record suggesting as creators of the best music being made in the present day, among them (I believe) D.B. ‘ Fate’s Hand‘ is without a moments doubt a successful meeting of minds via keenest sensibilities, a hard-flexing first axe swing of shared passion for traditional heavy metal which rises in chest as glowing deus ex machina and empowers the thwarter toward due victory. Awakened only as a ghast by the din of a raven, grown too fat off your carrion to fly away, the end credits roll eternally over the death-strewn battlefield in the twilight lit aftermath of Brisbane/Adelaide-borne quartet Fate’s Hand whom deliver us a gift of traditional heavy metal’s dawn-fed blade-glint, wherein the battle is so gloriously won and the tale beyond so unholy strident that it must be told again, and again ’til future generations begin to appear feeble to the impossible god-sized mythos resultant. Swords plunged to aorta, spines under wheel, you will be the perfect fodder for their champion, a crown-stamping rite of conquer in stoic mind. Together they are stronger, yes, perhaps too much so - as the death they deal in heroic brotherhood consumes them and becomes a heinous, deepening scar upon our world. “ trod / The seas for the righting of wrong / And wrath of battle about them cried, / As vultures cry, / Whose nest is plundered, and up they fly / In anguish lonely, eddying wide, / Great wings like oars in the waste of sky, / Their task gone from them, no more to keep / Watch o’er the vulture babes asleep.” Aeschylus, Agamemnon
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