The nasal vocals (solely in German, but that's the least of my concerns regarding this release), homicide-inducing melodies on bagpipes and uninspired rock riffs are all individually annoying, but collectively are beyond redemption. I tried -- I honestly did -- but I failed to find a single redeeming feature, and breathed a sigh of relief when it was over.

If In Extremo's rocking renditions of traditional songs were your idea of musical nirvana, then this will be a welcome addition to your highly dubious CD collection. Otherwise, treat this album as if it were a disheveled man holding a Samurai sword, screaming about the voices in his head: approach with extreme caution.