From my Top 50 of 2011 post:
37. Joseph Magazine- Night of the Red Sky: I hate 99.9% of all instrumental discs with a passion that only Yngwie could truly demonstrate. When I come across one that falls in the other .01%, I’m going to tell the world. This has the prerequisite wanking, but damn does this flow so smoothly and warmly that you forget there aren’t any lyrics. Instead of just music, they come off as real songs that simply haven’t had the vocals added yet. That’s my highest compliment. Now, add a vocalist, keep up the quality, and come to Atlanta.
