oining Cinnamon as part of Lewis’ kooky, foodstuff-fascinated side, Thompson politely enquires about the bug in his broth on a straight-faced oddity of kazoo and tuba doodlebug pop, throwback status confirmed by window-cleaning whistling (you can’t get more hip than that). Along with the knock-off balladry of ‘Idiot’, think Paul Barman singing instead of riddling and you’re not particularly close.
4 Out Of 5
Reviewed By: Matt Oliver
