Solid proof that these Polish heads were raw almost until the 1990s. This is an alternative guitar rock album with no vocals on Muza that is open like a can of roasted peanuts. I sip on Makers Mark and get lost in this album. It's so ethereal with it's volume swells and heavily chorused guitar ... not to mention the heavy ass drum tones. This record is so brilliant that I forked over my Christening for Listening for it and few other titles.