Part autobiography, part rant, part extended senior moment, Bricklaying the Charleston collects five years worth of album reviews as originally posted on the blog of the same name but with improved spelling, recycling them in a form which is probably easier to read on the toilet, the beach, or in the gynaecologist's waiting room, which doesn't require a password, and which would make an ideal Christmas present for either a teenager or a person you don't know very well. Encompassing everyone from Nurse With Wound to the Goodies, Bricklaying the Charleston provides a safe and hygienic gateway to a world of musical pedantry and wilful obscurantism gleaned from Burton's forty underwhelming years spent at the periphery of the music industry squeezing his trusty accordion for Konstruktivists, Academy 23, and other acts no fucker has heard of.