In Solitude - The World, The Flesh, The Devil (CD)

Review

And, all the while, vocalist Pelle Ahman wisely emulates King Diamond's haunted histrionic wails but not his teeth-grating falsettos, also resorting at times to a more restrained, NWOBHM-inspired deadpan amid scattered growled mutterings that give In Solitude one of their only remotely modern qualities. But, at the end of the day, that absent modernity feels utterly beside the point here, because In Solitude have immersed themselves so innately under their heroes' skins that it feels like their own. - All Music 4/5