God, that thing is mean! Lulling you gently, eerlie and sneakily into a state of sugarcoated brainfreeze. Or brain-melt. Not explosive, not harsh, like a spring-sun, that start taking the edges off your ice-cream. you sit there, listen, and when you finally lift your head again, all the ice-cream melted, although it's not that hot. Get my drift? Starting with Nikolailashs luring, not drony, more lurky(?) piece, moving to softer beat, stronger beats, like a swingset set in motion, getting higher and higher....until it sets you gently down again. and thus you will notice, that 80 minutes are gone. Poof. It's alright, it's worth it. And don't get your hopes up: WSicko's Mysterious Ways will presumely haunt you forever.