The Argentinian band’s name is the Japanese name for the poisonous delicacy, the Blowfish. Musically, a better name might be the Swedish Smörgåsbord, this band having seemingly swallowed a prog encyclopedia. Not for such a long long time have I heard such a kaleidoscope of styles within one album. This has it all. A metal core, dramatic and operatic (Dream Theater, Kamelot, Shadow Gallery); a jazz thread (Land of Chocolate, Brand X, Finneus Gauge); and, particularly in later tracks, the merest hints of many others. Such is the breadths, I suspect that others listening to the same thing would pick up their own musical references. But does it work, all this variety? Well, after numerous listens to the whole, it begins to blend, albeit my preferences kick in where the drama subsides.