You might expect the debut album from a woman who has collaborated extensively with Tricky and Orbital to be both wondrous and strange--and you"d be right to. What you might not expect is the depth of Alison Goldfrapp"s beguiling, distracting 21st-century noir visions on Felt Mountain. She and her fellow composer Will Gregory can mix in Brechtian cabaret; classical instrumentation; left-of-field electronics; decadent, Gainsbourg-style French pop; and the odd piece of whistling on just one track ("Felt Mountain"). "Oompa Radar" almost reaches Tom Waits heights of infamy from the way familiar instruments come together in such a simultaneously comforting and alienating style. The baroque "Paper Bag," meanwhile, uncannily recalls Joe Meek"s toy-town visions of 1960s grandeur. All this and a seductive vocal to die for. --Everett True