Whimsical lyrics in the Lewis Carroll vein are clothed in stirring melodies tinged with melancholy. Throw in a substantial portion of musical eccentricism--the backwards, droning loops of South African trumpeter Mongezi Feza (sadly, he would die of pneumonia in a psychiatric hospital the next year) or Ivor Cutler's insane Scottish recitative that closes out the album--and you have a simply unforgettable recording. I don't want to spoil it by describing too much, because it really would.
Suffice to say, I think this is a really beautiful album: sad, funny, and very, very strange. Go give it a spin! Recently reissued by Thirsty Ear Records (with a new front cover, complete lyrics, and new liner notes by Wyatt), so you have no excuse.
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