This album only makes a really long, or a short reviews possible. Because if the content is discussed in a more or less in depth manner, it would be necessary to write something far too lengthy. If however the review is downsized, then you get something that is merely able to scratch the surface of all that is being talked about, as well as all the spirits these beats are chasing away, as well as summoning. Hence both review scenarios are not very desirable, with the first one actually not being the one we want to opt for. What then leaves us with the incomplete cliff notes to this album.

This album is dense. The density is both lyrically and musically, with the wordily part of the record being the one that's harder to grasp. The effort is also often enough tedious, and combined with setbacks. It's an effort that depending on the trooper, is either gratifying, or frustrating. That's due to Onedae mainly touching upon one issue, that he then expresses with a millennia of words. The one topic he talks about, is as much God, as it is everything you'd want to discuss with your God: be it your struggle, be it your accusations, be it your hurt, anger, your demands. Onedae further opts to go the poetic route, meaning that he often surpasses the direct route, to express his message in stylistic detours. And with his flow being almost not in a rapping manner, but of a directly talking way, this takes him beyond the on beat rhythmic, frees him of the aabb rhyme style, while at the same time making his high pitched voice sound very in need of a all covering book of rules.

The beat side of the project is of similar complexity. The producers The Bronx Monx and The Neurologists are reigning freely with an allowance that gives them the right to come with beats that would sounds just as finished if there'd be no rapper adding words. Meaning that we get beats that are as much forcing the lyrics in directions, as they must have been adapted to them, with breaks, drops, rises, changes and additions, resulting in edgy pieces, that are rather excellent actually. Despite all these synthetic sounds. Like if you listen to the opening "Horizon Child" (that features the well fitting and hurt singing of Dana Diaz-Tutaan), there's a fake horn on here, that only disguises parts of it, when it hits the high notes. And those horns don't take away too much, but create something that is dark, emotional, epic and prepares you for an Armageddonic day. Or then you get the fake piano on "The Path Of The Caterpillar" (both these tracks were produced by The Bronx Monx), that's however played with such musicality, we can not frown on it too much. Added to that, there are drum-n-bass styled offerings like the Neurologists produced "Evolution", reduced and deconstructed drums on "Vexing The Exorcists", ghostlike piano's on "The Wilderness", as well as singing returning on "Gemini's Curse", when Dana again lends her perfectly suited voice to this finalizing track.

Hence this music is tortured. Not as in a torture to you, but every track screams of boiling blood cells, screams of pure emotion, sorrow, attention. What makes it sound good, but nevertheless often enough a strenuous listen. With the beats being mighty and massive, this is at least very much worth to have heard because of that. With the lyrics demanding much from you, attacking this should only be done if the necessary resources for such are available.