Wowsville by Righteous45

From its hokey piano and the sound of someone sawing through a reverbed bass onwards, ‘Wowsville’ is an oddity. Put together by the mysterious Big Bob, it’s the tale of a voyeur’s paradise with 365 female inhabitants; Wolf whistles and Sid James-like laughter follows. Anyhoo, the all-chortling tune has a beatnik vibe – “he ain’t square”, Bob exclaims, as he unfolds his story on a slow burn smoulderer straight from the Las Vegas Grind. Part two, you’d think might continue to tale but it’s merely an instrumental delivered an octave lower for some reason.

Record digging in an imaginary warehouse on Mars (there is water there!).