Chick Boyd

You have to give this guy credit for being utterly twisted and unashamed. Seriously, the last track on this handmade, 21-track album is called "I Wanna Fuck My Dog." The title track recalls early Beck, but most of this isn't really comparable to, well, anything. In his sometimes grating non-voice, Boyd regales us with weird ditties to the tune of acoustic guitar, drum machines, keyboards and (possibly) synths. Call it cheap, discordant pop/folk/electronica. I can't say I'll listen to this over and over, but the fact that I'd cross the street if I saw this guy is pretty impressive on his part.