CD Review: Mr Huw, Llond Lle Hwrs A Lladron

Bloody hell, Mr Huw doesn't want to make things easy for himself, does he? On Monday, wonked-out Welsh genius Mr Huw releases his shonky glam-pop album Llond Lle Hwrs A Lladron to an unsuspecting world; just don't expect to hear Llond Lle Hwrs A Lladron being played in your local branch of JD Sports.

Not that Llond Lle Hwrs A Lladron doesn't deserve to be played in public, you understand - in fact, the album showcases Mr Huw's extraordinary way around a melody to such an extent that we'd happily employ him to compose new national anthems for every country on earth - it's just that, well, Mr Huw sings in Welsh.

Not that that's a problem in itself - the language barrier doesn't hinder Llond Lle Hwrs A Lladron's glorious immediacy - but chances are that impenetrable song titles like Pwdi Hwn and Twylio'r Twyllwr might stop Jo Average from buying a copy of Llond Lle Hwrs A Lladron by Mr Huw.

But say you're more dedicated than that - say you're so interested in the kickass sounds of Mr Huw that you hire a translator to decode his songs. Then you'll realise that the English translation for his tune Gwyneb Dod is actually Cum Face and that his whole album is a freakish paean to whores, pirates, burying your dead friends and gloryholes.

But, hey, this is the age of the internet, so all Mr Huw needs to do to get people listening to songs from Llond Lle Hwrs A Lladron is put a video of one of them up on YouTube so everyone can see how dazzlingly catchy they are despite the Welshness and icky subject matter. Unless, as Mr Huw has clearly done here, you've mistaken 'pop video' for 'footage guaranteed to leave you a bit queasy'…

See? It almost makes us angry that Llond Lle Hwrs A Lladron is such a brilliant album. Mr Huw, you're a bastard.