In the same way Tom Waits-spun tales familiar to Big Easy pimps and Brooklyn pachucos in the back alleys of San Diego and Minneapolis on To Be A Bob, Dijf Sanders makes modern Antwerp sound more like some bizarre bohemian Jersey City than a Euro club capitol. Let’s call it broken beat-nik: overdriven and overdubbed beats, processed into a conceptualized jazz mulch in which flowers Beck alumnus Jon Birdsong’s smoky, muted trumpet, Benjamin Dousselaere’s Mingus-inspired bass and Sanders’ own oddly accented, gruff café croon. It’s odd, it’s inspired and it’s oh-so close to true greatness.