Keith Moss, the endearing epicenter of all things eccentric, returns to our attention with his fourth studio album, Time Is The Clock That Never Stops. An utterly mesmerising amalgam of Nick Drake and a stoned Weird Al Yankovic, Moss represents the last of a sadly dying breed of slam poets, punk avengers and hardcore thespians out to change the world with an acoustic guitar, kookily inspired lyrics and a dodgy flanger pedal.
The songs, while barely structured at all, host a sublime pop sensibility – fleshed out with harmonies and such, then sawed through with piercingly overdriven, trebly guitar solos.
Highlights include the wondrous title track, complete with nursery rhyme melody, the ludicrous ‘An Ex-Spearmint’ and ‘Eat Your Food Before A Lack Of It Eats You’.
Time Is The Clock… is one of those rare records that can only be appreciated fully via headphones, in one on one assault mode. Play it in front of a group of folk-existentialists and the result is little more than a confused, slightly miffed, “What the…?” The inherent personal-ness of Time Is The Clock… seeps through every pore of the record, but it does request your full attention before making itself known.