Japanese-only SHM-CD (Super High Material CD) pressing of this classic rock album. SHM-CDs can be played on any audio player and delivers unbelievably high-quality sound. You won't believe it's the same CD! Universal. 2008.

2007 five CD set, a great installment in Sony/BMG's Original Album Classics series that brings together rare and out of print titles with some best sellers from the Sony/BMG Jazz catalog. Many of these albums have been unavailable on CD for some time and are sought after by collectors. Each set is presented in a high quality, rigid cardboard slipcase containing five 'vinyl replica' mini LP sleeves. This collection from the Jazz great includes the albums Straight No Chaser, Underground, Criss Cross, Monk's Dream and Solo Monk.

THEY MIGHT BE GIANTS (She Was A) Hotel Detective (1988 US 6-track 3" CD also including Kiss Me Son Of God For Science The Biggest One Mr Klaw & an unlisted track! Card wallet picture sleeve AHAON-005CD)

Genuinely clever, profoundly sophomoric — this NYC duo carry on tweaking pop songcraft in fine Bonzo Dog Doo Dah tradition. "The Statue Got Me High" is the zippy standout; other winners include "Narrow Your Eyes," "Guitar" (a smarmy remake of "The Lion Sleeps Tonight") and the cut-and-paste dementia of the 21-part "Fingertips." —Jeff Bateman

THEY MIGHT BE GIANTS Back To Skull (1994 deleted US 5-track CD single including Snail Shell Ondine and She Was A Hotel Detective ecopak picture sleeve - still factory sealed from new!)

Factory Showroom is the second They Might Be Giants album to feature the Brooklyn duo backed by a full band. The band allows John Linnell and John Flansburgh to parody the pop music of their late '70s and early '80s youth more accurately, and thus, more wittily. On the disco parody, "S-E-X-X-Y," for example, Iggy Pop bassist Hal Cragin supplies a vintage funk bottom, while arranger Kurt Hoffman contributes a Chic-like string chart. When they follow with the new-wave parody, "Till My Head Falls Off," Graham Maby's staccato bass line, Eric Schermerhorn's jittery guitar chords, and Linnell's bleating organ sound just like the Cars. Of course, this raises the question of whether we really need parodies of Chic and the Cars at this late date, especially when the satires resemble the targets too much to be irreverent, but not enough to be their equal. —Geoffrey Himes

TMBG has always been a great reason for math and computer science majors to add a real rock album to their collection of John Williams and Weird Al records—and Flood is a bacchanalian celebration of dorkiness. Lifting off from their previous album, Lincoln, which was a sort of transitional hit-or-miss, Flood is a soaring, catchy sing-along album destined for people who love quoting Monty Python sketches. Try not singing the words to "Particle Man," "Istanbul (Not Constantinople)," or "Birdhouse in your Soul." (Apparently, "Particle Man" was so catchy that the song was later used as a sing-along in a cartoon show for children.) Combining a book-smart, funny love of history, junk culture, and film noir, this is the album to own. Put it on loud, sing along, and dance very, very badly. —Todd Levin

THEY MIGHT BE GIANTS featuring LAURA CANTRELL The Guitar (Deleted 1992 US Elektra label 6-track CD single featuring the Williamsburgh Mix Outer Planet Mix and Even Further Outer Planet Mix plus Welcome To The Jungle I Blame You and Moving ToThe Sun digipak picture sleeve)

THEY MIGHT BE GIANTS I Palindrome I (1992 US 4-track CD single including non-LP tracks Siftin and Larger Than Life digipak picture sleeve)

They Might Be Giants expands to a sextet on its fifth album, John Henry. Even with the addition of bass, drums, sax, and trumpet, the focus is still on the goofy vocals, silly lyrical puns, and accordion-driven hooks of John Flansburgh and John Linnell, and that is not a good thing. These 20 songs include a tune that quotes Allen Ginsberg's "Howl," love songs to a dirt bike and a copy shop clerk, and a song that takes its lyrics from Alice Cooper song titles. If that sounds like your idea of clever, enjoy. —Jim DeRogatis