On first listening it sounds as though John Grant not moved on that much from his days in The Czars. This is not a bad thing, but considering the time between Goodbye and this album, expectations run high. On further listening though, the album reveals itself and all its glory. Grants voice is unique, and like Rufus Wainwrights this could be a bind, but wrapped in tinkling piano motifs, electronic washes and honky tonk(!) treasures abound. There are laugh out loud lyrics - Sigourney Weaver and Chicken Bones, the natural successor to the Gilbert O’Sulivan classic - Nothing Rhymed Silver Platter Club and a gorgeous love song - Caramel. The over-riding air is one of melancholy, not a self pitying melancholy but a glorious lush melancholy. If Queen Of Denmark does end up top five in the end of year polls everyone has cloth ears and I will eat my hat. Beautiful baroque pop music.