Album Review of Walter Sickert & the Army of Broken Toys: Between Breaths

I can’t really explain why I enjoy listening to Walter Sickert & the Army of Broken Toys so much. Their music is unusual, irreverant, sometimes outlandish, performed with precision, and joyously original and positively fun to listen to. Oh, will you look at that? I guess I can explain it.

More than a year ago, I reviewed this group’s exceptionally creative single “Goth Beach.” Well, Between Breaths is a full-length collection of Walter Sickert & the Army of Broken Toys’ theatrical, over-the-top originals, and it’s the album you never knew you really needed.

Disc-opener “Bed and Breakfast” is probably my favorite in the collection. At least, it’s the most memorable, notably that I’ll always refer to a B&B now as a bed and “motherf***ing breakfast!” The lyrics are imaginative and fun, and the vocal delivery is soaring and edgy, sometimes simultaneously.

Stylistic variance is significant across the selections on this record, though they’re all very clearly within the somewhat exaggerated musical delivery style of Walter Sickert & the Army of Broken Toys.

“Wally Wonka,” for example, sounds musically like psychedelically demented carousel music. (And if randomly pops into my head all the time, so it’s clearly catchy!) “Firefly” and “Holes in the Sky,” meanwhile, could be powerful classic or progressive rock songs with different arrangements; instead, it sounds like a WS&tAoBT cover of such a song (though, of course, it’s an original).

“Laundromat” and “Pusssy Cat” deliver another style, along the lines of over-the-top, rhythmic industrial music-styled tunes.

“Silver Screens” and “Around the Circle” are softer, more atmospheric songs, with “Silver Screens” having somewhat softer edges and, therefore, being the song more likely to appeal to a broader listenership.

If you ever wanted to have this band committed to an asylum, well, a lot of their songs would do the trick, but “Dream Spell for Time Travel,” a less-than-one-minute spoken word track, is perhaps the best option. Tim Burton would have a hard time matching this odd prose. However, it leads into “Ima Hex,” whose rhythmic rise and fall is based on an exceptionally engaging rhythm and Sickert’s emotionally raw (perhaps hysterically so) vocals that are gravelly scream-sung at the song’s apexes. OK, so it’s hard to describe, but it’s engaging as hell… or hex.

The rest of the disc continues in a similarly eclectic way. “I Shine Me Down” has a catchy rhythm. “City in an IV” is a distantly rhythmic number. “Between Breaths” is a softly psychedelic, relaxing-mood piece. And, finally, “Never Sleep Nervously” starts with an almost music-box piano feeling before flowing into an oddly disturbing number that might be sung by a deranged clown that haunts your dreams. It’s an effectively unnerving way to end an album. But that’s exactly what you’d expect from this exceptionally talented troupe that might be described as the carnival sideshow of Boston’s top musical outfits. (That’s meant, of course, in the best possible way.)

Personally, my favorite songs on Between Breaths are probably “Bed and Breakfast,” “Holes in the Sky,” “Silver Screens,” and “Ima Hex.” Give this unusual 14-song collection a listen and, if you enjoy the musical insanity therein, see which songs will be your faves.