By trade Sir Richard Bishop is a dealer of rare and occult books and fine paper ephemera. For many in the musical cosmos, he has had occasion to travel the smoke-filled carnie circuit as one-third of the Sun City Girls medicine show. But in the twilight hours of a shadow world once sense only by a few. Bishop is a dazzling, unaccompanied guitarist. On Improvika, the artist rides a very tall horse through a surrealist's cowboy set that's one part brut Peckinpah muscularity and two parts illuminated Jodorowskian symbolism...a very strange place, indeed. Armed only with a single steel string wooden guitar, bare-knuckled Bishop fends off the horrors and dangers of the night with ease as he spits out glorious white-robed arabesques, Django-inspired gypsy arcs and Latin terracotta flourishes like so many spinning tumbleweeds in a one-horse town that is his alone.