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• Now again in the latter summer do those Kings of the Niblungs ride To chase the sons of the plunder that curse the ocean-side: So over the oaken rollers they run the cutters down Till fair in the first of the deep are the glittering bows up-thrown; But, shining wet and steel-clad, men leap from the surfy shore, And hang their shields on the gunwale, and cast abroad the oar; Then full to the outer ocean swing round the golden beaks, And Sigurd sits by the tiller and the host of the spoilers seeks.
• All this is set to a driving backdrop of hard, slightly surfy, surprisingly powerful strumming.
• They do a kind of surfy version of New Order, bright and clattery, a minimalist collision of the 1950s and the 1980s.