Let’s call Coco Rosie’s music an acquired taste. Twisted sisters Bianca and Sierra Casady sing with miniaturized voices (like Björk in jammies), and the music — nursery-rhyme rosaries banged out on toy pianos and spliced with neighing ponies — frequently mimics childhood preciousness. But once you’ve adjusted to the creepy strangeness and mud-pie composition, Noah’s Ark produces a soothing, otherworldly calm, as though you were listening to church hymns written by Edward Gorey. The primitive playfulness of the duo’s sound stands in eerie contrast to lyrics loaded with images of death and apocalypse, heartbreak and utter abandonment. Something this deeply bizarre works best in small doses. In album gulps, Coco Rosie sounds like Poltergeist‘s Carol Anne holding a Fisher-Price tent revival.
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