Cohen works a kind of outsider-art aesthetic in his unusual pop-songs. Like Dylan at his most uncomfortably nasal, this is not for everyone, but the rewards for patient, open-minded listeners are great. Cohen's a bit of a mystery - finding information on this guy is pretty tough. He's been around since rock started, but only has a few albums to his name. His reclusive nature seems to have separated him from his rock contemporaries, as the glimpses one gets of life through a Cohen song seem decidedly out of touch with the world today. It's like stumbling into a charming, but disorienting and slightly worrisome backwoods town. Cohen's world probably won't physically harm you, but it'll leave you slightly unnerved - but fascinated nonetheless. This might just be the release of the week.