An album where, nothing is compartmentalized. Where, blown by the corded whirlwind of a violin quintet, the walls move to prepare the entrance of a Slavic choir, let a screaming guitar come and go alongside the crystalline vivacity of the Fender Rhodes, organize some rhythmic aeration at the disposal of greedy samplers. A fusion between the skillfully blackened scores, between the science of the precisely written arrangement and the soul-funk feeling of The Soul Surfers.