The wide-open-door policy of this office’s mailbox sees the oddest cockle shells come in on the tide, some of which appear to fit in only the most special of specialty coverage. In this case almost nothing is as it seems: perhaps it’s the constant bombardment of yell-core albums dressed in bucolic CD covers that had the car stereo prepped for battle, but this is as WYSIWYG as it comes, in a mighty wind/Raffi sense. Squeaky clean American folk has taken over in Britain under the “Americana” genre, and Magic Car are leaders in the game, conjuring up what sounds like Peter Paul and Mary doing the best-loved songs of the Muppets. It’s a horrible thing to laser-etch onto plastic for all eternity, but Kansans will probably dig it if it ever gets past the border, as it’s like receiving a visit from a harmonica-and-slide-playing t6roop of Jehovah’s Witnesses. Simply evil. Order from Amazon.com
