Wakhevitch's second album is absolutely nuts. There is no straight line or progression. It jumps from one idea to another at the blink of an eye, and you, the listener, are left scratching your head. It all starts with a cryptic spoken word bit, then shifts gears to become psychedelic rock, then a (badly) played bass passage comes along; just as you begin to get into the music, a Varèse-like blast of musique concrète appears from out of nowhere. All of this within five minutes. The album continues this way, shape-shifting relentlessly from start to finish. Eau Ardente is the album's strangest moment with it's cracking whips and strange electronic bleeps accompanying what seems to be a mass being celebrated. Matines is another great "what-the-fuck" moment on the album. The two last tracks fall more into the realm of rock but the "weirdo" factor remains quite high. A definite druggy album.