Yet another one-man show. Right? Usually, those jacks of all trades risk ending up in a mess of tinny guitars and moldy vocals. It is a fucking revelation that some of them actually cut it, and with kudos to boot. But often you get that quagmire of one who wants to nail it by himself, but it never quite sounds right.
Malice Divine hovered around our radar for a long time, and way beyond the self-titled album’s release date. That’s one of those records of the ‘me-too’ kind. It constantly pops up like this kid that wants a piece … [...] Click to raid more!