Zaireeka! We've Got It!

As the bassist slowly but surely begins the album, the life given is in the form a heartbeat of pulsing bass. During this continuous pulse the influx of slamming drums and strange inflections from otherworldly insturments the lyrics "Okay, I'll admit that I really don't understand" emerge as though they are voiced by an invisible heavenly choir placed directly behind the stereo systems. Wailing voices proclaim in ethereal tones the only line of track one. The clutter disappears and the simple voice and guitar strumming is all that remains. This dissolves into the rest of the cd which contains many "Oooohhhs" that seem to be squeezed from the vocalists while instruments produce a wide range of both simple and complex sounds. One moment the whole room seems to be involved in a strange conglomeration of mass confusion. However, out of all this clutter a piano, keyboard, guitar and grouping of horns seems to select what is truly important. And the next thing that occurs is a scary wail, no longer angelic or peaceful but rather quite frightening. While a piano melodically keeps time bass surges and a soft flute in the background emerges for a short period of time until another steady bass wave overtakes it along with several horns.

The cd is then broken by the roar of a jet engine which overtakes the entire room and one's senses periodically throughout track number three. There is melancholy dronings and predominately depressing piano attempts to lift the song which really rolls on with unfortunate lyrics that are expressed slowly and with intense sorrow that is revealed in deliberate and painfully uttered words. The slow pulse of the song is felt rising and more jet engines develop before being interrupted by a high pitched whining that surrounds and envelops everything.

The rest of the cd moves on with a very random and yet deliberate fashion. The songs contain strong piano and keyboards that are interrupted with intense guitar riffs and wailing waves of synthesized sounds. The cd in concluded with a very lovely starting tune and a nice bass thumping in the back. The simple presentation with concrete lyrics and no singing, but rather a deliberate talking conclude the album with a very unique manner that brings complete order out of a work of art that ranged from seeming chaos to simplicity and order. The musical conclusion of the album is dissimilar to the final lyrics in that it seems to have been reduced to chaos once again with thumping bass, thrashing drums, wailing and an intense climax of some serious dog pound barking action.