The combination of the disturbing songs of Jacquel Brel with the unearthly baritone of Scott Walker is magical. The rollocking "Jackie", which was considered so daring that it was denied radio airplay, captures both artist and writer at their best. The pulsating drive mirrors the subject matter of the song; the ravings of a egomanic intent on ultimate self expression. Walker's frenzied, yet paradoxically controlled, delivery captures this theme wonderfully. The seedier aspects of life are displayed on "Amsterdam", with drunken sailors indulging their boundless passions. Although Walker's vocals are technically faultless, somehow the essential purity of his voice detracts from the decadence the song depicts. "The Girls and the Dogs", is a song which now appears woefully sexist but situated in the context of its times it figures as a humourous commentary on the vexed nature of relationships. In a similar vain, "Funeral Tango", has Walker sarcastically berating the guests at his funeral. The tongue in cheek content and Walker's melodramatic delivery combine to produce an unforgetable listening experience. The final track of nine, "Sons Of", is truly beautiful. Walker's sensitive performance perfectly expresses Brels convictions of the unity of mankind and the sanctity of human life. In short, this is a seminal album of the sixties in which singer and composer unite to reach the heights of artistic expression.