Mugison is proudly flying the flag for Iceland’s musical idiosyncrasy on this, his third full album. As the general stereotype of Icelandic artists demands, it is well off the beaten track, filled with tangents, and uses the English language in an effective, if unexpected, way. Whatever else it is, this album is not boring.

His voice ranges from a high, quavery thing akin to Will Oldham’s, to an almost comically metal roar, with a few stages in-between. Having switched to a proper band on this release doesn’t seem to have halted his throw-it-all-into-the-basket approach, which, though keeping the record varied, sometimes falls short of the authenticity a ‘real band’ was meant to confer, but instead reminds you that here is a man who has learnt from his Beatles and Jon Spencer Blues Explosions records, and picked up a few tricks from supporting the Queens of the Stone Age.

The pinballing between styles makes for some fine moments, but this is an album whose diversity can become simply disorientating.

Richard Davie