Despite starting with a massive instrumental nod towards the Flaming Lips, this album quickly slots into its wobbly groove; Jack Johnson’s wacky cousin singing with the Beach Boys or Jeff Buckley after someone’s spiked his honey tea.
It’s certainly interesting and not formulaic but does sound a bit self-consciously ‘weird’. Like your Dad suddenly professing a liking for Pavement after years of listening to nothing but Stock Exchange forecasts. Sister Susi is a stand out, although Mr. Reject does fall into the ‘make-it-meaningful-by-singing-it-over-and-over-again’ trap, which is a tiny pity. The lyric concerned is ‘oh my soul’. I would add, ‘is that the time?’