Somewhere between Nick Cave's organically demented carnival of the damned and Mike Patton's postmodern avant madness lies Andrew Plummer's World Sanguine Report, a coalition of some of the U.K.'s most intellectually celebrated skronk, jazz and contemporary classical practitioners. Original? Unarguably. Listenable? Actually … yes, and often much more so than many of Plummer's peers. The spastic horns can be slinkily melodic, while the rhythms conjure the vibe of an after-party around a gypsy-caravan campfire … once the psilocybin kicks in. The eerie, creeping piano and tom tom passage in “Overhead Slow” is positively unnerving; so are the softly overlaid horn lines mixed low under the Satanic come-on of “Jazz Hell Murder Ballad” … before it turns into a jaunty woodwind nightmare. Sure, sometimes the weirdness (and, on “Land of Lather Leather,” the stacked female vocals) can be almost overbearing, and if this album was 40 minutes long instead of 38, well, that might be enough to make your head explode. But Plummer's guttural drunken-ringmaster baritone ties everything together, and adds enough of a linear connection to make Third One Rises an engaging listening experience rather than a schizoid novelty. - Portnoy Jones