From the opening moments of this song you know it's going to be weird and wonderful. It's like the soundtrack to some avant-garde, Italian short film full of people wearing high-waisted trousers and fedoras. Twanging strings and a beat that bops alongside sporadic moments of percussion tell the story of a man, a legend.

I want to meet Gene Ciampi but according to my very brief internet research, he either doesn't exist or he's this guy. Both scenarios make me sad.

Have a listen here.