Aw, Jeff Lewis. Wouldn't you just like to give him a hug? With his hopeless naivety, infectious playfulness, earnest integrity and infectious experimentation - not to mention his life changing live shows, we have an artist to really treasure. My advice to you is to get on the bandwagon while he's still underappreciated... though you can be certain that here is one musician that is never going to sell out.
Lewis has a rare gift in that he creates brilliant conceptual art that you feel like you could do yourself - you couldn't, of course, otherwise you would have done it already - while inhabiting the persona of the geeky introvert that would actually like to meet you, rather than the other way around.
Yeah, yeah, but what about the album? What about it? It's great. It's funny, moving, thought-provoking, fun... walking the fine line between trashy punk and introspective folk, Jeff lays his soul bare, and seems to be telling you everything he's thinking.
There's nothing I don't like about it - barring the slightly overlong outro on "Minnie the Moocher". Even brother Jack's "The Upside Down Cross" seems essential after a few listens. At first it sounded completely out of place, especially when a minute or so in you hear Jeff announce, "this song was written by Jack...", like Spinal Tap's David St Hubbins distancing himself from Derek Smalls' "Jazz Odyssey". But that track actually serves as a nice bridge point between the two halves of the album.
Now, I'm not going to give it 5 stars, but take it from me, the 4 stars I am giving it are a VERY GOOD 4 stars. Not your average 4 stars.