This cd is PERFECT for all you Eminem and Britney loving types, because this quaint little rock and roll album is filled with classic three minute tracks that echo with the sweet sounds of powerpop three-chord riffs. The minute that chorus comes on-line singing out directly to your soul about the pains and tribulations of falling in and out of love, of finding that perfect partner and trying as hard as you can to keep them, and other wonderfully fulfilling subjects - you KNOW that this is the album you have always dreamed of. It's the way Vladislav completely understands the pubescent mind that allows you to fall in love with his immediate over-production - the YEARS that this man has spent in a studio with his four professional song-writing chums, sixteen session musicians, thirty two different backing singers, forty eight different funny plug-ins that correct the slightly off-key singing, the three hundred and sixty four company producers, the six hundred thousand executives making sure he gets everything how they want it... MAN! Vladislav has tried SO HARD to get it right for everybody.... +sigh+ [shhh stop laughing!!!! do you think they'll buy it? aw cummon!!!!! shhh, I think they're listening??! are they?? NO? ok... right, it's ACTUALLY a sixty-two minute long sheer duvet of a track, like Brian Eno's Thursday Afternoon it kind of just fluffs out a beanbag, sits on it, and then stays there for an hour - it's a description of place, Thursday Aftenoon was set by your lounge window on a spring day with the light filtering through leaves on to your whitewashed walls, Neroli was in a red velvet lined harem in unspeakably drousy heat, ANIMA is set in the coolest of neon bars. ANIMA is as future as it gets, the roots are in dub, the sounds clink and sparkle with echo - sounds steeped in reference to the dub masters. Unlike his other albums though this is more freeform, with sounds becoming a little more random over a melodic edgily shifting melancholy - more differing noises, gaps and drops yawning out and then falling into half-glimpsed beats and regularities that quickly degrade into forgotten drunken murmur. Breathing and beautiful piano, conversations across a mall, amalgamations of bizarre thrumbling noises gathering pace to remind you of it's dub origins, metallic skips and sparks. what? they're back again? ok shhh? and I'll continue talking to them ok? right, just be quiet for a minute.] RIGHT GO AND BUY THIS THIRTY FOUR MINUTE WONDER! IT'S GOT GREAT LITTLE TUNES THAT NEATLY END AND IT REALLY FEELS LIKE SOMEONE CARES FOR YOU OK?! [they're going for it I can see it in their mindless eyes... right, back to business then.. err, what was I saying - yup... definitely recommended. Nice. No you can't hum to it and you'll have difficulty recording bits that stand out on compilation tapes - but maybe, hey maybe Britney fans, that's the idea.