Big band swing filtered through the same sort of studied weirdness you might get with The Residents: Dada-ist lyrics and a push past the familiar. And although it’s a knowing, arty pastiche it works brilliantly as an authentic slice of toe-tapping be-bop with a great vocal, demented musical improvisation and an overall sheen of cool. All within a refreshingly concise three-and-a-half minutes.
Fred Lane (or the Reverend Fred Lane), by the way, was the alter ego of T.R. Reed who released a couple of LPs in the seventies before leaving the music business for a career in sculpture. Shades of Beefheart there. More information here.