I was a little intrigued by this band, having noticed their CDs hanging around in music stores I had breezed through. Checking Amazon, I found them to have zero reviews...it strikes me that they are a band few have taken the plunge with, maybe due to their frankly terrible name.
Fairyland fall into the power metal gamut, around the `very-epic' mark. On this album at least, they make use of the vocal talents of one Elisa C. Martin, who fills a space somewhere between pre-pubescent male vocals and a kind of pleasantly high-pitched female vocal range. She's no Tarja Turunen, but then she doesn't have to be; Elisa's vocals have a certain charm and an original feel to them, and when combined with the layers of deep, almost Gregorian, backing vocals emanating from the male vocalists, who incidentally sound like they've just got off a bus from a cathedral hidden in an magical forest somewhere, the whole effect is to give Fairyland's music a grand, sweeping quality. In fact, I'd go as far as saying the vocals remain quirky but are yet colossal, like a pixie with a huge voice box.
Fairyland aim here for an `epic-journey-via-the-medium-of-light-metal' concept, an idea that doubtless originated from Rhapsody of Fire's Emerald Sword saga. There's a story, involving wars and swords and no doubt goblins, but one wonders who will care. The point is that while the band will not be winning the Nobel Peace Prize for Literature any time soon, they manage to convey the charms of a faraway magical land pretty well, with considerable use of a twinkly little keyboard, cheesy and uplifting choruses and Elisa's elvish-sounding vocals, creating bold and majestic soundscapes.
Tracks like `Doryan the Enlightened' and `The Fellowship' would not look out of place in a `80s fantasy film, something like Legend or Labyrinth, and that's not actually a terrible thing. There's a certain naive nostalgia pervading the album, as though it were constructed after a coca-cola-fuelled Dungeons-and-Dragons marathon session, and doubtless it'll appeal to any metal fan who likes their music dipped in a yummy melted cheese sauce.
Though at times the band verge towards that `all-songs-sound-the-same' affliction that oft plagues artists of the power metal ink, their songs have enough substance to shine through, with many neat guitar solos and catchy choruses. The six-minute instrumental `The Army of the White Mountain' is a brave move, a tense and rewarding affair, whilst yearning ballad `Rebirth' sends a chill down the spine.
I'd recommend a fair few listens to `Of Wars in Osyrhia' before one can appreciate it: I was a tad bored initially, originally dismissing them as a poor man's Rhapsody of Fire, but then the grand choruses struck a chord somewhere tender in me, and the band's concealed hooks took hold, and for the most part, haven't let go.