(Rough Trade)

Looking like he’s walked straight off a Strokes album wrap party and now sounding exactly (I mean exactly) like Transformer-era Lou Reed, the former half of NYC’s Moldy Peaches delivers his sixth solo album. If or when you get over the potentially debilitating vocal stumbling block, some stirringly wonderful songs abound throughout Minor Love.

Impressive in anyone’s book are the nursery rhyme of ‘Stadium Soul’, the Devendra roots of ‘Don’t Call Me Uncle’ and the effortlessly jaunty ‘Buddy Bradley’. He may have something of an obsession with flatulence, but this collection is a delightfully aromatic peach.