Ezra Furman has always positioned himself as a singer-songwriter with or without the Harpoons. His acoustic base would sometimes rock or burst forth with technicolor pop flourishes.

Like Dylan in 65 he has harnessed the electricity and delve deeper into life as a rock and roller with punk panache.

On Day of the Dog Ezra re-invents himself as an angry young man ready to throw himself on the pyre for the redemption that will follow.

He re-works `50s grooves with primal-Lennon outbursts, glam hissing into Pixies style/Buddy Holly rave ups.

It could have fit on Stiff with Costello and the Damned.