Sometimes an album comes along that catches you totally by surprise. I mean, I'm ready for anything: Balinese gamelan music, recordings of shortwave static, German industrial music, Ace of Base, but I wasn't ready for Bobby Previte's Coalition of the Willing.

I don't know much about Bobby Previte. I know he's from Buffalo. I know he's a drummer and that he's big on the downtown Manhattan jazz scene. I know he's got a reputation for being a great player, a pioneering composer, and a freaky cat. He has interesting hair. But beyond that, the music of Bobby Previte is terra incognita to me.

I'm up for third stream, new wave, nu metal, Japanese dance, Greek art music, art house, acid house, acid jazz, jazz flute, Malinese song-flute, Hawaiian nose-flute, power pop, hard bop, Billy Joel and Iggy Pop, rockabilly, punkabilly, Carter Family, Manson Family, the Family Stone, the Stone Temple Pilots, Temple of the Dog, and antisocial synthesizer belches from two-person bands from northern Vermont.

But I never expected surf music. Surf music! And psychedelic garage rock! And Miles Davis-style chugging electric glowering! And, and spy music! Like James Bond! And remember Lalo Schifrin, the guy who wrote the "Mission Impossible" theme, whose personal style mixed Continental snazzery with Herb Alpert's Tijuana Brass and a dash of neatly tailored rock and roll? Him, too!

When Bobby Previte's new album crossed my decks, my first thought was, verbatim, "... the hell is this?" Mainly, this was brought on by the cover art and album title. Previte's current band is called the Coalition of the Willing, which on its own is kind of funny, a gloss on a phrase that's been around since the 1980s, but which George W. Bush catapulted to fame (or infamy) when he applied it to the nations that backed the libervasion of Iraq in 2003. Fans of Robert Anton Wilson will remember the running joke toward the end of the Illuminatus! trilogy with all the bands named after real-world things, like "The American Medical Association." Other, less nerdy people might be familiar with Dave Barry's running joke that things like The Coalition of the Willing "would make a great band name." Either way, "Coalition of the Willing" is a great name for a band.

However. Over the last five years or so my patience for all things Orwellian has run thin. This goes both for actual pieces of Orwelliana like the fatuously named "Department of Homeland Security" as well as pretend pieces of Orwelliana, like albums that take half their song titles from the pages of 1984. Indeed, The Coalition of the Willing features the titles, "The Ministry of Truth," "The Ministry of Love," "Memory Hole," and "Oceania," as well as an album cover in the classic Che/Castro/Anarchist hues of red, white and black and festooned with raised fists. Ugh. Whatever they were going for with the cover art, what they came up with makes my eyes roll, my gorge rise, and awakens an urge in my heart to grab a truncheon and stand guard on the nearest barricade on behalf of The Man, The System, and capitalist pigs anywhere. Filthy lucre forever!!