A saxophonist by trade, Sam Andreae has constructed a zany record of micro-music and absurdist compositions. All of the tracks here involve human voices, but rather than singing or speech we get garbled yelps or what sound like mouse-choirs. Accordions wheeze away before being discarded for solos on empty bottles or beats tapped out on table-tops. A tough nut to crack at first, the record soon charms you with its hair-brained schemes.