Dragony? Really? The fact that these Austrian power metal crusaders simply stuck a ‘Y’ on the word 'dragon' shows trace amounts of laziness and dimwittedness regarding their creative efforts; it's rather sad if that's the best name six musicians could mutually agree upon. It should be noted that they shouldn't be the victim of excessive e-bullying because they were once known as The Dragonslayer Project. Compared to Dragony, that looks Shakespearian. Well, "Legends," the project's debut full-length album, displays what the folks of Dragony call 'glory metal,' although there really isn't anything glorious about what they do or what the record represents. "Legends" whips out ten tracks of not-so-grandiloquent power metal that is unfortunately tainted by horribly bland instrumentation and its obvious violation of literally removing the power out of power metal and music in general.
Dragony doesn't fire hyperactive riffs or patterns at the listener, instead opting for a melodic tenure which magnifies atmosphere and chorus effectiveness. Now, that's all good and fine, but Dragony's ultimate failure is their complete disregard of originality. This stuff is seriously as vapid and generic as it gets. There's simply no measure of drama to anything Dragony does: the songs linger on predictably, the riffs have been previously tapped by superior projects, the songwriting is completely juvenile, and passion finds itself exiled for some false sense of...I don't know, some form of glory on clearance? For instance, Siegfried Samer's vocals just resonate lifelessly into the decaying songs, almost like he didn't want to record at all. Yes, work sucks, but put in some effort, please. Power metal? Try powerless metal.
Pretty much the whole package consists of ten tracks of lifeless, half-assed power metal fleshing out astronomically banal themes which all regurgitate dunce-level material, albeit with a side of misguided boldness that's sadly wasted on elongated, insipid tracks like "The Longest Night" and "Alcador." One thing that truly irks my inner interests about this is the total acceptance of lackadaisical performances. The chorus on "Vaults of Heaven" is one of the laziest things I've ever heard; however, every single moment chugs on in that dire, sleepwalking wavelength that this band deems acceptable. Unbelievable. "Legends" also boasts a cornucopia of guest musicians, including Ralf Scheepers of Primal Fear and Sirens Cry vocalist Katarina Bilak, among others. Other than Scheepers, the cameos make little impact at all and generally remain invisible.
The only song I authentically enjoy is "Burning Skies," because its chorus has meat on its bones and there are, believe it or not, signs of an actual group somewhat awake and alert. However, it has a comical side unbeknownst to the oblivious ear: Ralf Scheepers' guest vocals are significantly better than Siegfried Samer's. I think that revelation speaks for itself. So, Dragony has created a remarkably boring and insignificant record unparalleled in its quest to slay dragons with its unlimited amount of tired, tepid ammunition. "Legends" is utterly pointless and dull, a testament to the lack of imagination and its obvious woes bestowed upon Dragony. Paarthurnax and Daenerys Targaryen agree: Dragony sucks the fun out of our favorite fire-breathing friends.