The Promise. The Hype. The Reality.
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Out of all albums released in 2011, I’ve probably listened to In Solitude’s
The World. The Flesh. The Devil. most. I happened to have a physical copy of it, which is unusual for me, and said copy happened to end up in the minivan I occasionally drive. That’s right, when I’m with the kids in the minivan, we’re either rockin’ Rainbow’s
Rising or In Solitude.
The World . . . has its flaws, but in that kind of context it’s hard to beat.
So when I read
Decibel’s enthusiastic, effusive praise of
Sister, I got a little excited. Here is the band, it seems, to create the next evolution of Mercyful Fate. I can hear the hype machine grinding, but I was inclined to believe that it was just possible they were as good as
Decibel says.