If Kate Bush was a man, joined a book club with Joy Division, had Patrick Wolf over for cups of tea on a regular basis and they all did each others' make-up on ketamine, this collective of genius might have produced sounds equivalent to FrYars' musical offering. Following last year's EP The Ides, The Perfidy is a keyboard-borne manifestation of this scenario of auditory dreams, but with unique elements that only FrYars - the pseudonym of nineteen-year-old Ben Garrett - could create; songs formed from prose, telling melancholic folk stories of treacherous impregnation, 'evil' and the collapsing marriage of a novelist: "Now you can see there's a mess you're in/ No problem solved without ketamine/ And it's probably best that you stay in your hole/ For I'd rather stick to my ethanol". The video for Olive Eyes is like a French film noir starring Garrett as a New Romantic enshrouded in horrifying shadows, contemptuously eating a bowl of cornflakes. Indeed, there is something of the k-hole that lingers in this slightly nightmarish scene, but something equally intriguing and seductive; a conflicting attraction which the music itself also provokes. I imagine it is most probable that when he finished the making of this EP, FrYars raised Lord Nelson from the dead, had a duel with him, and won; such is the strength of the message that anything is possible, subliminally communicated through FrYars' astonishingly original work. Kismet, Hardy! I'm off to join that book club.