Strange, maybe, to launch this series with a new release, and one to which we've already devoted four pages, but I can assure you it is absolutely, unprecedentedly NUTS. The 84-year-old actor's debut album is an incredibly deluded one, fantastically grandiose, without a shred of self-awareness.

It begins with an unreservedly pretentious version of 'The Impossible Dream', complete with spoken-word intro, a curiously bored-sounding woman telling Lee that "The world is a dung heap, and we are maggots that crawl on it," before he lurches into the song, over the top of what sounds like a 1981 children's Casio.

It perfectly sets the tone for the album, and introduces us to its primary failing, which is that, despite his claims, Christopher Lee cannot sing to save his life.