People just don’t realize how good they have it. In the late 1980s, when this album came out, metal and hair bands ruled the roost.
The thinning out came in the 1990s, and the wheat was separated from the chaff. Forgetable bands such as Nelson, Warrant and Poison fell by the wayside. Meanwhile, people started realizing the unheralded genius of Iron Maiden, Judas Priest and Ronnie James Dio.
And, KING DIAMOND, King of Metal. God of Falsetto Rock!
Not Robert Plant, Geddy Lee, Klaus Meine, or even Dio could touch his hemi-demi-semi-quavers.
If you really want a full measure of the impact of this album, put it on your CD player, then listen to it while taking a shower (make sure it’s a tiled bathroom, for the proper vibrato effect).
Then, just try singing along to it, matching King note for note.
It took a little doing, but I did it!
Unfortunately, my wife walked in on me one morning during my singing ritual to “Abigail.” The next week, her lawyer served me with her petition for divorce on the ground of irreconcilable sexual differences.
To this very day, I still wonder why.