Decibel's blog has a new regular feature, "Justify Your Shitty Taste," in which a writer will pick a much maligned album and mount a defense. Greg Moffitt does an excellent job explaining why My Dying Bride's 5th Symphonaire Infernus deserves to be reconsidered.
I got this album when it came out, and loved it. To this day, I still consider it a great album that was badly let down by its production. "The Whore, The Cook, and the Mother" and "Under Your Wings and Into Your Arms" are two of my favourites from Bride's career, and as epic as anything the band have written before or since.
