Take every feeble, over-saturated, half-a**ed attempt at music being played on modern radio today and CRAM IT.
This is music in its purest, most raw, and above all, most ENTERTAINING forms. No sniveling, money-grubbing producers manipulating from behind the scenes. No whiney "teen heart-throbs" wailing with "emotion" through a computer over a drum machine. No thirty-year old "punks rockers" singing about bodily functions. No retro "garage" [stuff]. No rappers. Nothing. Just brilliant poetry, and beautiful yet bizarre and almost unnerving songs.
How to describe it? It's a bit of everything I love Tom Waits for. It's got what I call "cluttered jazz" mixed with show tunes, ballads, and oompah mutant pirate music. It's weird, noisey, funny, and depressing all at once. The songs are often simple and somewhat repetetive, but still no one could pull them off the way Waits does.
I'd just like to add my thoughts on how unbelievably stupid you have to be to complain about Tom Waits' voice. He sounds "gruff", "out of tune", or "like Cookie Monster". I suppose you'd rather listen to "Starving in the Belly of a Whale" with Luciano Pavarotti at the helm? Puh-LEEEZE. Waits gets weirder with age, and compensates for that fact by writing weird music which his rugged and occasionally cartoonish voice complements PERFECTLY. Hopefully, Tom will continue to defy the complaints of these so-called fans who expect for him to write "Rain Dogs" over and over album after album.
In summary: a beautiful, catchy album. You buy now.