Label: Brainlove Records Website: Pagan Wanderer Lu is as bizarre a prospect as his name implies.  'Whimsical' is perhaps the single word best used to sum up this collection of tracks, and smiles are perhaps the most visible result of listening to them. Songs range in time honoured tradition from loud to quiet, and there are lyrics and instruments.  Beyond that we find ourselves peering over a crooked ledge overlooking the valley of musical vicissitude.  Normally, in line with conventional wisdom, bands will produce music that is either marketable, arty, or ingenious in the ways it makes you stare at your shoes.  Probably as a result of being born under a blue moon, P.W.L eschews such rationale, and instead opts to tread a path much less travelled.  We might be talking grating synths preceding gentle ballads, or it might be the downright quirky guitars and the quite sensual vocal harmonies (including the greatest use of the name 'Gandalf' in modern music), but one thing is sure and that's that we'll be talking.  All the hall-marks of a great album are present here, but P.W.L. has re-arranged them into something resembling an abstract painting; initially disarming but all the more interesting and articulate for it.  Fight my Battles For Me takes in a lot of terrain, but ultimately proves a pleasant surprise. For example, tracks such as 'The Tree of Knowledge' and 'The Gentleman's Game' flirt with some interesting topics, musical sensibilities aside.  Without giving too much away (don't you remember how much fun treasure hunts are..?) lyrical themes often include religion, race, bizarre sexual concepts and school re-unions.  Such eclectic bravado may quite easily offend some, discourage others and just simply detract from the musical sincerity; if ever a record was divisive, and it's not one of Joanna Newsom's, then it's this one.  I do urge you to sample these aural curiosities however, as one way or another you will have broadened your horizons and gained a valuable frame of reference.  Despite all this, the album is irregular at times, in quality as well as influence; moments of inspiration are clustered together in the middle of the album, although present elsewhere,  and missteps detract but don't ruin the album as a whole.  One thing that is uniformly excellent however is the lyrics.  Personal favourite so far, religious beliefs notwithstanding (not that I have them but you can't be too careful right?) is 'Christians like you are the reason God invented Lions.' If that doesn't make you want to give the boy a listen, then you're either a twisted evangelist or just plain old spiteful. Associate P.W.L with Beck, or perhaps the whimsy of Max Tundra and you're starting to get the cut of this jib.  It's not an album for anyone not used to the avante-garde in some shape or form, and you won't dig this if you like your music heavy on groove or coherency.  For everyone else though, this is one bizarre painting that you should give your ears a listen to.