An improvement over A Typical Scorpio, in that the songs are better and the production not as irritatingly glossing (although it can get irritating). Imagine
the Jazz Butcher (not exactly a household name himself) in a tuxedo stiff enough to choke your cat, and you have some idea of the peculiarly British character type Monty represents. He's the sort who, heir to large amounts of disposable cash, is whiling away his days at the casino, or wooing young heiresses to share his slight (very slight) sense of melancholia. Are we jealous? Damn right we are. But it doesn't mean we have to shell out ten pounds to listen to his fantasies. ~ Richie Unterberger