First look at the cover. This simply screams, "I'm classic." And he's right, teased. Progressive rock in arguably the best. 40 years on the back of the neck. 5 tracks, and each ideal. Jakieśtam reissues, whatever, but it is not the point. I do not mean that is the first time. It's a team worshiped. It is one hundred percent mastery of the word. Sad, painful, and afflicted. Of course, I recommend the title track, but also to everyone else, like "Epitaph" and "21st Century Schizoid Man." Apparently no one here is not industrialowo-gotykowo-pożalsięboże-awful design, but more disturbing album yet my ears are not registered. The compositions, breaking again compositions. Perhaps the most meritorious record in the current group of this blog, I would recommend.
