2011. The World the Flesh the Devil

is the second album by band In Solitude,  released on May 23.

the album Bestowed praise from press and fans alike and landed at the #4 spot on Decibel Magazine’s Top 40 Extreme Albums of 2011. Additional accolades were heaped onto the album from Terrorizer Magazine, who called the album “finely crafted, occult-oriented, melodic heavy metal of the highest order”, as well as Guitar World Magazine who claim that “On their sophomore album, Sweden’s retro-minded metallers In Solitude summon the dark essence of Mercyful Fate and Guitarists Niklas Lindstrom and Henrik Palm’s heavy riffing and tasty harmonies propel this head-banging disc.” Two years of touring in support the album has earned the band a global fan base.

In conclusion, a great album that’s more mature and personal,  the singer ‘Pelle Ahman’ remind lil bit of Mercyful Fate.  

   Pelle Ahman     Niklas Lindström    Uno Bruniusson    Gottfrid Åhman   Henrik Palm

A lot of the liberal Zionist brothers and sisters would call Edward and say, “Oh, you know, we agree with what you’re talking about, we just can’t say that in public.” Why? ‘Cause they were scared, because their careers were at stake, because they didn’t wanna go against their friends, because it made their Thanksgiving dinners uncomfortable, if they told the truth […] Said had the military folk here at his office – I mean the security at his office […] every time you go see the brother you gotta go through security check 'cause of death threats and so forth. And we know about the 285 FBI files keeping track of him every minute, going back to 1971 […] The liberal Zionists didn’t want to undergo that kind of risk either, it was just too much: “Oh my God, if we’re gonna tell the truth, we’re really gonna have to pay a cost.” You don’t say? “You have to bear a burden.” You don’t say? I mean, I recall in 1982 Edward and I went down in front of the New York Times just to get the numbers of how many folk were killed in Lebanon – they wouldn’t even print the numbers. Then we had to march again just to use the word 'occupation’ in the newspaper. Then they didn’t wanna call it a 'wall,’ they called it a 'divide.’ Deodorized discourse. […] Edward said […] “I got some plain speech about this catastrophe of Palestinians linked to not just the U.S. empire, but linked to the cowardliness of autocratic Arab countries who were tied for big oil interests.” It’s not just the pro-Israeli lobby in the conservative sense, it’s the big oil dictation that allows for the Arab complacency and subservience, even as they 'talk about’ their concern with the Palestinians. […] Said, 'Professor of Terror,’ that’s what Commentary Magazine said, right? He’s a 'Professor of Terror’ for throwing one rock. But Israeli Defense Forces? Never called terroristic, ever, by the mainstream newspapers, right? […] Said’s legacy makes all of us uncomfortable, deeply so.
—  Dr. Cornel West
Unexpected Discovery

Prompt from anon: cas goes to deans house for a movie marathon. he’s patiently waiting for dean to pick out the movies form down stairs. cas stumbles across some worn out gay magazines.. wait but dean isn’t gay, is he?


“I brought the six pack.” Castiel held up the beer as he waltzed into Dean’s house like he did every Thursday for their movie marathon. The tradition had started a couple months ago when they both realized they had the same movie taste. Ever since college, the two had been best friends and spent most nights together.

“Awesome.” Dean smirked as they made their way into the living room.

Castiel set the beer on the end table and collapsed back into the couch. Propping his feet up, he let his day melt as he watched his friend pick out a bottle. Dean took a seat in the chair to Cas’ left as they stared at the blank television.

“Pizza should be here in about twenty minutes. What movies we gonna watch?”

Cas shrugged and sat up in the couch. “I don’t care.”

“How about the Back to the Futures? I have them all in blue ray.” Dean was proud of himself as he stood and set the beer on the end table. “I’ll go downstairs and get them.”

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