Whoa. These are really weird. A clearly classically trained singer, one Chris Kent of Nashville, TN., doing very strange and wildly inappropriate vocal arrangements of your favorite Toto and Michael Jackson songs backed by a drunken band teetering on the brink of total collapse for the entire duration. As I observed before about Final Placement, It’s re-assuring to hear such rhythmically wobbly music in this day and age for some reason. Somehow at times I’m reminded of late period Scott Walker and maybe Berlin era Bowie. Huh.
 

With thanks to Thom Monahan