Earlier Jazz Butcher LPs showed our hero to be the quintessential charming Englishman: a dab of nobility here, some dry Oxonian wit there, and a smirking, smart-ass grin spread across his face. His weapons were his cutting lyrics (well- sharpened) and a tongue-in-cheek kind of rippling folk-rock inflected with cocktail jazzisms. Much of that kind of behaviour is to be found here, but several of the tunes are so lacking in bite that anyone hearing this guy for the first time might think he was playing it straight. Is he? "Still In The Kitchen" and "
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