Doing a lot with little: in this simple adage lies all the beauty, surprising and captivating, of the trio's album. B.E.D, for Baxter, Etienne, Delilah. Baxter Dury, the battered gentleman, the extraordinary London rascal, the archetypal Englishman, and Etienne de Crécy, one of the high priests of French Touch, united in the adventure of a common album: you weren't aware, and neither were we. What a surprise. But the biggest surprise is the instant coolness of this album. Because B.E.D is cool. Very cool. In the purest, rarest, strictest, least clichéd sense of the term. Cool because it is punk in spirit, primitive in gesture, and ultimately, devilishly attractive in form.