If Celebration's eponymous debut album soundtracked a film - or more appropriately perhaps, an urban legend - it would tell of a teenager who becomes lost at an eerie fairground late at night and wanders into a world inhabited by freaks and carnies. No, not Funderland; but you get the impression. The roots of Celebration (i.e. husband and wife team Katrina Ford and Sean Antanaitis) are more Kooky and co. than Kool and the Gang. This band is no less than their fourth musical marriage, with David Bergander joining them on drums to complete the menagerie. Eerie soundscapes and swirling, layered melodies provide the blueprint for all eleven tracks, and when coupled with Ford's peculiar androgynous vocals and Bergander's restless, idiosyncratic percussion, it all makes for an admittedly interesting, but ultimately rather wearisome composite. The constant Karen O/Siouxsie-style erratic baritone mewling becomes demanding after a few tracks, never mind listens, and while the ominous Matinee organ lends a delightfully sinister tone to proceedings, it all becomes a bit much. The frenetic psychedelica of China and the swooning Lost Souls are obvious contenders for best track, but it's not long before Good Ship begins to blend into Ancient Animals, or the drum pattern on War seems remarkably similar to that of Tonight. No obvious contemporaries spring immediately to mind, but the closest collation would be Mars Volta collaborating with Animal Collective on an indie album - and still, that's being generous. Celebration should be applauded for their singular style and inventiveness; but to the musical voyeur it's not only a pointless exercise, but a taxing one, too.