*note - Mr. Faberge is not a Fuzzy Logic artist, but he's a good friend and a real cool dude and his record is awesome.

Considered by many a marriage of convenience, Henri Faberge and his Adorables have been choking out jaded pop anthems for disillusioned lovers for over a year. Exiled from his motherland for bad behaviour, Henri's arrival in Toronto was no exception, stealing up to eleven members of groups he fancied (The Bicycles, Born Ruffians, Spitfires & Mayflowers, Woodhands, Laura Barrett) to form his own. In keeping with his modus operandi of deciding what he wants and taking it, he demanded a monthly residency at The Embassy, the tiniest of holes-in-the-wall located in the heart of Kensington Market, where they can still be found on the first Wednesday entertaining a packed house of manic, sweaty dancing enthusiasts. But come September they will unleash their (well, his) opinionated views set to music on the rest of the planet with Henri Faberge and The Adorables.

The album spans timeless sounds and themes abound, spinning tales of creaking naivete, whispering excess, tiresome sexploits, asthmatic distaste, and melancholy dispondence. Don't blame them if you don't get it, or any.