Underground rock’s greatest shame is its perennial neglect of Britain’s Jazz Butcher, Patrick Fish, a remarkable songwriter who deserves a far better fate.
It kicks off with a suite of five pretty impressive songs. The stop-start rhythms and kitchen-sink arrangement of “Novocaine For the Soul” are entertaining.
Instrumentals all, evocative of life’s elemental offerings: birth and death, love and loss, hope and despair, loneliness and longing, growth and decay.