Tajni grad

The last Haustor album is, in my opinion, their weakest effort, in terms of a fully fledged project. Notice the last three words: fully fledged project. The reason I'm writing that is because this album contains two songs which heavily (and I mean really heavily) elevate this thing, and that is Uzallud Pitas and Bi Mogo Da Mogu, probably two greatest songs Haustor recorded in their career. Both having this melancholic, sophisticated approach that made unrequited love such a desirable feeling to every teenager who ever heard it.

Can it be said for the rest of the album? Nope. It goes between listenable and alright. It lacks a bit of that artistic magic he had on Bolero, which is replaced by a brand of sophisti-pop that is closer to his solo career than the world of Haustor. Still, I can, and will, commend Nada as a good attempt at making a minimalist intimate attempt at a ballad of sorts, and the final three songs hint at the career direction Rundek will head at the tail end of the 90s. Good songs with a noir tinge.