Among the Motor City’s holiest operators and upholders of freaking oddness in the dance, Pittman keeps it proper weird at each turn from what sounds like a spannered Virgo or Lil Louis jam in ‘Bumpin Squwow__’, thru the Sun Ra-esque keyboard-palming and whistling synths of ‘Faze Out’ on the squawking jakbeat trot of ‘Faze Out’, to some unmissable, lop-sided deep end wriggle in ‘November Peoples’. Strongest flavours guaranteed!