For us the term “New Music Tuesday” is something of an intentional, ironic misnomer. It isn’t our intent to scoop Pitchfork or NPR on the latest Death Cab For Cutie release. We’re looking for the next Death Cab, not the current one, so if we’re a day or two behind on the news, it’s certainly not from lack of trying. And yes, we’ve probably still scooped Pitchfork and NPR.

And besides, sometimes it just happens that the best music comes later in the week. To wit, this week finds a compelling Thursday release: The Hut by Paul Damian Hogan the Third.

It’s been awhile since you’ve surfed these waves. It’s self-indulgent, to be sure, and maybe this is why I think of another one-man DIY arrangement, Self, known briefly as Matt Mahaffey, or do I have that backwards?

Hogan’s sound is carnivalesque, which as we know can spell either delicacy or bad intent. (In this case it may be both.) The album often meanders into yummy dissonance — then jazzy and progressive transitions, often within the same track — and the vocals rarely exceed a whisper. Under darker signs this would have turned out as Darlings’ Cabinet of Sundry Horror. And with a bit less cloud cover, Jellyfish.

I’ve described it all I can: it’s new (and old), and unpolished, and pretty weird. Go give it a whirl, then check out the rest of his material here.