A rather apocalyptic collection, it's the Klezmatic's fifth album in a mere 17 years. Quasi-hysterical, occasionally melancholy, usually Yiddish, this aftermath-of-the twin-towers look at the world we currently live in also includes what would have been termed, in earlier less-enlightened time, a Negro spiritual. Somewhat less breakneck than usual, doubtless given the underlying backdrop, it's fine, musicianly stuff as they wear their collective heart on their sleeves and fiddle as the world goes to hell in a handcart.