A wonderful, quixotic, sea-shanty-punk crackle of garage rock filteredthrough delta blues, folk and anything else that serves the Friedlandersiblings' creative muse. Nothing contained in the songs is easilyidentifiable or open to easy categorisation. Eleanor is a potent presence,part Patti Smith, part Chrissy Hinde, but wholly her own woman. She'stough but soft, cool yet hot. The album repays repeated listenings as thesongs are difficult to decode, but once you've discerned their internallogic, yours is a richer world. Enjoy.