The Jazz Butcher--which for about a decade, has pretty much been a front for singer-songwriter Pat Fish--is oh so utterly British, in the best and worst senses. The "group," now called the Conspiracy for some reason, continues to produce eccentric folk- rock, pop and new-wave. And Fish continues to perform tuneful originals with an offhand charm and droll wit on this release, which features dreamy arrangements with prominent electric and acoustic guitars. That's what's good about his Britishness. What's irritating are the affected vocals, which can sound like a not terribly appealing midpoint between Morrissey and Lou Reed, with a little bit of Lawrence from Felt. Ther's also the lyrical vagueness--songs about "Bakersfield," "
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