Unlike the majority of the Slavic fraternity, Saturious has eschewed themes of national romanticism in favour of a far less ambiguous lyrical approach, but not quite reaching the over-the-top nature of Aryan Terrorism. Despite expectations and once I'd gotten over the initial shock, the music turned out to be pretty catchy, and is more than capable of holding its own against the big boys. But the biggest problem that I have with this CD are the vocals: not the blackened snarls which Saturious is perfectly capable of handling, but his dire attempts at performing clean vocals. His shortcomings in this department are particularly noticeable on the rock ballad "Time Will Come". Had he delegated this duty to one of the many guests on this album, it would probably deserve a rating of eight or above; but his cringe-inducing clean vocals simply ruin any song on which they appear.