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"Songs of Krakow cross-dressing, Greek forbidden times, Chinese martial arts, Baltic Sea sailors. Tangos and balalaikas mingle with sensitive songs about Polish super markets. Black and White cats escape the clutches of Hungarian Nazis." Since there is no better biography I will make one magnificent enough to honour these reborn viking Gods. In 1947 as the treaty of Paris was being signed by happy Western leaders there was a roaming caravan of drunken marxist partisans, signing their own treaty of blood and feather loyalty to the Austrian Hapsburgs. This collided with a French proccession of mercenaries on the Polish/Edinburgh border. As a terrible fight broke out and dragons and ancient giants joined the desperate frey, a border patrol officer with curly ginger hair strummed his sitar in tune to the nightmarish clash. Out from within the nearest Tesco store a Scottish knight rode, leaving his one-a-side polo match to join the Pole on drums. More errant adventurers joined them from within the small war to play it's enchanted soundtrack, until eventually more beings were dancing than fighting, and the spirits of long forgotten gods blessed this band and nameth them fanattica. This may not be an entirely truthful account of the band's beginnings because I wasn't there, being only a distant fan. However due to the quantum nature of our universe there is a chance it is, until proved otherwise. Probably should be some virginal sirens in there too. User-contributed text is avail