At odds with his two fold reputation as a folk-baroque balladeer and avant garde explorer Buckley turns in a tortured ballad worthy of the Reverend Al Green. Imagine a libidinously charged Astral Weeks and you're part way there.

Imagine if the Who and Jefferson Airplane had made a record circa 1970. This is what I think the result would have sounded like. a storming track.

The Devil has the best tunes they say. God's got a fair few mind. Witness this. Creamy orchestrations and big supple breakbeats meshed together artfully with vocals that are never too mannered. Production is in the familiar axlerod vein. Lovely.

Progressive MOR Punk with hints of Steely Dan and Zappa influence anyone? Don't worry, give it a try, it's fun. not many songs contain the line 'Holy Sausages' sung a la the Beach Boys do they? The important thing here for me is that the whole never comes across as self conciously 'wacky'.

Another Axelrod mini masterpiece on display here. Big twangy guitars and a wonderfully modernistic haze of modal horns strings and flutes snake around rock solid bass and drums. Whoooo-heee