The album is arranged as a purposely absurd array of styles, I would say by rules of surrealism. There was a joke about this art style: ”And my suricate’s with me” (a humorous analogy with a famous song “And my marmot and me”)... and the entire album has a lot in common with that suricate. Besides the compositions recorded in new world, ECM or funky fusion styles you may hear sound of a string quartet, a computer phonogram in late Joe Zawinul style, poems by Nicolay Oleynikov, a poet from OBERIU group, and a song from the far pre-war past in the album author’s performance.