Oh my! I am in mourning. Black clad, bound in leather, a painting of somber colors and polished silver.
What a total and sad downgrade from the heights of Fallen to this album, kind of unhappily named Evanescence. Only that the evanescence1) of this gig seems to have finally disappeared completely.
First signs for this to happen already appeared on their former record The Open Door. The record that suffered from a certain lack of direction and oomph in the lower parts of the tracklist. Yet, the latter contained a lot of good stuff to render it … [...] Click to raid more!
