There are echoes of his Dad, but there are also echoes of Damon Albarn and Ray Davies too. Baxter's nicotine stained and gentle mockneyisms sensationally rub up against Madelaine Hart's pure but not so innocent vocals to add up to the strangest vocal pairing since Mark Lanegan and Isobel Campbell. A catalogue of Claires, posh girls and Isabels are left by the wayside, or do the leaving, as Baxter looks for meaning and maybe love in places as disparate as Chiswick Disco, Trellic Tower or a Hotel in Brixton. This eccentricity made odder still by the sparseness of the instrumentation and the sort of analogue fug not heard in many a year. Happy Soup? Sure, mate, pour me a big bowl and I'll stick my aural spoon in it all night.