If you've heard any of Copernicus' prior five albums, you won't be surprised by the general tenor of this, his sixth one. Basically, it sounds as if a cosmic philosopher has decided he'll have a greater chance at getting his message across to the masses if he teams up with a lounge band. By the same token, it sounds as if the lounge band has seized upon Copernicus as its long-awaited chance to get far-out and cosmic. It's an odd mesh, to say the least, with Copernicus delivering, in a spoken (not singing) voice, prose espousing the wonder of humanity, the quest for truth, the microscopic importance of man in the context of the universe, and the danger to Earth's survival caused by man's folly. If that sounds like it might be a new age album, it isn't (although the band goes into some new age flourishes from time to time), as Copernicus moans, growls, and melodramatizes his lyrics like a wizened, Methuselan Shakespearean actor. To those familiar with other Copernicus albums, this differs from the others in that (save for one track) he traveled to Ecuador to work with musicians who do not even speak English. The accompaniment was devised based on the emotional tone of his performance rather than the meaning of his lyrics. The band chugs away like an average fusion group flying by the seat of their pants to match Copernicus' mercurial moods, occasionally uncoiling some nearly avant-garde bursts of fury, particularly on guitar. The songs are mostly ruminative, if somewhat anguished at points, the exception being "The Stick," which has an almost hardcore-like post-punk bash behind the leader's castigations of mankind's ignorance.
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AllMusic Review by Richie Unterberger