I bought this album for the Scott Walker track, and it does not disappoint, except perhaps in its brevity. It's somewhere between opera and a slave spiritual. Arguably it's more accessible than anything on the recent Drift album, but it burrows into the mind all the same. The other tracks on this themed album are a ragbag. The ones worth keeping are those by King Creosote, Brian Eno, Cody ChesnuTT and Laurie Anderson. It's a strange collection of artists, and clearly far from ideal. The idea was to bring 'important' music artists together on this project, but in my own mind, only a few would qualify. Imogen Heap? All she offers is a piece of poppy fluff which feels completely inconsequential and out of place. Compare that to the solemnity of Laurie Anderson's meditation on animals' deaths. Stephen Merritt's offering is the kind of thing he could write in his sleep, and is ephemeral, but at least has some neat wordplay. But he could have made more of an effort, really. These kind of projects are virtually never satisfying, and that's certainly true with this one. The album ends with a Rufus Wainwright dirge (even if it's personal to him, it's not to me, it just makes me want to kill myself). I turned it off halfway through. I suppose there's half a good album here. Although it perhaps would have been preferrable to make a double album, with two different artists tackling each of the plagues. Then the listener could have put together his own selection of ten tracks. But after all, I only got it for the Scott track, right?