The cover art for this 1983 release is not a lost work by Henri Rousseau, but you’d be forgiven for thinking otherwise. The colors are creamy and subdued, the flora is ferny, and at the center lives a fat rabbit the size of a horse. Furthermore, if you extended the fantasy for a bit, the noises you’d hear inside the album would still line up. You’d hear an ocarina, bird calls, the blocky patter of an expertly dinged marimba, a Coca-Cola bottle played like a flute, rustlings of fauna. Like the oil painter, you’d get a general sensibility for the serene, the threatening, the natural, and a squeeze of the surreal.