Killimanjaro veni vidi vici. Rock of the best kind, exported from Barcelos, Portugal, they brought the refreshing to what was stagnant. From classic metal to its more muscular deviations, from the Sabbath school to the Iron Maiden leather, they developed a perfect technique of adding line and sinker to the chop, remaining undefeated in the art of inducing bodies into a well-justified headbang. The refined craftsmanship they built lives for the stage, where, in one grasp, they dispel any doubts about what they are here doing: Killimanjaro know how to throw a Mike Tyson style hook without tearing our ears off.