strengthened 's -type brand of , gaining bass player and galactic poet extraordinaire , while losing at the same time. The album opens with the mind-numbing galactic haze of a spooky little 15-minute excursion that warps, throbs, and swirls with 's "audio generator" and the steady drum pace of . Then comes the ominous whispering of the title, set to the pulsating waves of 's guitar and 's alto sax, with 's synth work laying the foundation. Wonderfully setting the tone, 's improvisational looseness and rhythmic fusion smoothly open up the album into the realm of . The peculiarity never ceases, as and delves even deeper into obscurity, sometimes emanating with the familiar jangle of the guitar which then has its acquaintance overshadowed by the waft of the keyboard. Just as chugs and rolls with a foreboding rhythm, retaliates with its moaning verse and tonal fluctuations fading into oblivion. The groundbreaking sound which achieved on helped to open up a whole new avenue of . This album would lead to their most successful release in , coming two years after , with their interplanetary groove already set for takeoff. ~ Mike DeGagne