Not since Daft Punk donned robot suits has there been such a quirky, engaging house album as this. His background credentials may not entice - his real name is Barclay Crenshaw and he's a producer from San Francisco - but the sleeve featuring a cop held at gunpoint by a Sesame Street reject certainly will.

The electro-house within is bottom-heavy and slick, but each track has an element of surprise and an inventive sample source - an outbreak of screaming chimpanzees for example - that, unlike most gimmicks, don't lose their appeal. The clip-clopping of horses' hooves form the percussion for The Southern Draw; on Deep Throat, VonStroke time-stretches his voice so that it resembles a huge belch before tapping out a tune on his Adam's apple; and for The Whistler, he puts his lips together to accompany a relative of R2D2 - a duet Roger Whittaker never thought he'd live to hear.