It’s catchy, confounding as hell and also the most singular work of genius you’ll hear this year.
Everything about UK artist Dean Blunt is provocative, from the title down to the sequencing of this album, which begins conventionally enough before rapidly departing into genre-defying madness. He sounds like the lovechild of Tricky and The Tindersticks, his music owing much to hip hop and R&B, yet infused with an electro-folk weirdness. His lyrics are trite, delivery awful, music odd and esoteric, sounding at times like mutant karaoke, but it’s catchy, confounding as hell and also the most singular work of genius you’ll hear this year.