Godina sirotinjske zabave

While most ushered in the mid-90s as a welcoming tide of change, Nikola Vranjkovic and Block Out were quick to realize it was nothing more than a mere facade, and the music reflects that.

A cry for help? Not really. I'd categorize it more as a Dylan-esque painting of a world gone mad, with them prophesying and just watching it untangle and unwind into reality, a line they would walk for their entire recording career.

The music is raw, tethering between Tool and Pink Floydish progressive rock, and more "commercial" alternative rock. It slaps all throughout, with Tri Korne Penal being a finale for a defeated man, full of confusion.

This album is Slobodan Milošević-core, back when Serbians were so poor, the only recreation they had was sex... and, apparently, shitty music.