Baxter Dury – Len Parrot's Memorial Lift LP

This beguiling debut sounds like hallucinatory space music from an intergalactic hippie paradise island. The instrumentation (played by musicians from Portishead and Pulp) includes a fairground organ and a zither; Dury's whispered vocal is reminiscent of a small boy asking for a cup of sugar across the garden fence.

Within this odd format, his songs have the kind of direct choruses that could be sung from terraces or open-topped buses. The sublime Oscar Brown ("Ooh, sweet nuthin's, ain't got nuthin's at all") seems to find great power in sheer existence - a possible legacy of his father's death.