Onetime Electrelane instrumental polymath turned solo sax tooter Verity Susman is of that same enviably eccentric ilk to which the likes of Seb Rochford and sometime accomplice Leafcutter John belong, and a new(ish – January’s already done for us) composition entitled The Philip Glass Ceiling documents a vivid descent into a yet more zany realm of dementia – one which is immediately akin to Zappa’s exclusively fleshy-pink plasticine sumps. A dawdling organ refrain enwrapped about jazzily intoned drums (evocative, arguably, of a certain Rocketnumbernine), as with Electrelane’s finest pieces the track is possibly at its best when stripped of vocal intervention. Indeed, a prude may say that Susman goes and spoils it all by saying, or rather typing something sordid like “Spread your legs/ I’m going to slip my fingers inside you” into a typical text-to-speech, though these ribald soundbites only enhance its kooky kinda charm.
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