No getting away from it; in the field of popular music you'll be hard pushed to find much like this. This album came close to the time of Sir Henry at Rawlinson's End and this shows. Vivian Stanshall was not yet forty years old but his voice is very weathered indeed and Sir Henry's voice appears on several tracks. So Vivian Stanshall's voice isn't the sweetest singing instrument but in several tracks he gives a virtuoso acting display. On occasions, the tobacco stained baritone is a psoitive advantage. Slave Valse is quite incredible - apart from Emperor Claudius, the british and sea sickness the poetic density is almost impossible to follow but his acting and the shanty music carry everything along brilliantly.
There are several autobiographical tracks - sometimes downbeat but the Tube and Armchair sound positively sentimental. Nouveau Riffes a is bitter but easy to follow damning of the music industry. The music throughout, with a fair amount of instrumentals by Stanshall himself sounds quite folksy at times. Other tracks employ a variety of styles evn with "Terry Keeps His Clips On" offering Klezmer clarinets.
So it inhabits the "green nowhere" of Rawlinson's End but with some of the densest poetry. With impeccable annunciation and the wordiness of the songs there is more than a hint of a bygone age. I'm even reminded of Noel Coward. The closest thing to it that I can think of is William Walton's "Facade", with Edith Sitwell's surreal "abstract" poems inhabiting a world of the bored rich, "Daisy and Lily, Lazy and Silly" sums it up. Vivian Stanshall's dense poetry inhabits a similar world but his work is more personal and the servants get a verse or two.
To add to these there are the surreally nerdy characters such as Terry sounding like a re entactment of Michael Palin's adventures as Reg Pither in the Monty Python episode titled "The Cycle Tour of North Cornwall". Add to him the Sir Henry like father figure in "Armchair" defending his own piece of "Bauhaus" sculpture - absolutely bizarre and hilarious.
I've knocked a star off not because I don't like it myself but because this eccentric mix will not be to everyones taste. Make no mistake, after the Bonzo's this is Vivian Stanshall unleashed. His poetry or lyrics are amazing, though perhaps Neil Innes has more of a talent for melody and immitation. That's the point though, Vivian Stanshall, in popular music at least, is like no one else: a true original. Even at its darkest, outrageous humour is never far away. Highly recommended.