It therefore makes sense that his latest effort is a no holds barred, obtuse and orgasmicly abstract keyboard and guitar shredfest. Sherinian duels it out will both Zakk Wylde and Steve Lukather, two axe slingers who provide a diverse palette for Sherinian to play around in. Naturally, Lukather is more "clean" and Morse-like in his playing, so those cuts are more on the fusion side. Here Sherinian practices atmospherics and of course, does so flawlessly. The man has enough wisdom to hold back when the occasion calls for it. On the flipside, the squealing evil of Wylde's guitar allows Sherinan to develop the musical score to a bitter sweet, often intensely gorgeous carpeltunnel syndrome. It doesn't take a lot to imagine his soaring, fluttering fingers dotting the keys with machine gun precision. Thankfully though, the man knows melody. This ain't Bach, but Beethoven. Everything is there for a reason and gets back right on time.

As you can imagine, this is a quite a demanding set. Yet somehow, in a panoramic overview of sonic potential, it all ties together effortlessly. Great stuff.