It's hard to make out what the cover art of The Recipe, a five-song EP from Teri Wilson, is trying to convey: The computerized illustration could be a face peeking out from a swirl of clouds -- or is it a tree stump? Or is it even a face at all? It's quicker to get a handle on what Wilson's whimsical music, with its intentionally amateurish, autobiographical charm, is all about. "You're the chef of your own life, who can make life soup or make life cake," she declares on the homespun title track. Wilson keeps a lid on what sounds like an enormously throaty voice, restraining it as if she's afraid of bellowing more soulfully. "Cobwebs" is strangely haunting, juxtaposing a slow, brooding drone that'd make Angelo Badalamenti scowl in approval with Wilson's beguilingly innocuous minimalist Casio appeal. However, given the instrument (and Wilson's) limitations, there's not much to differentiate the songs from one another. (Whip And Chain Records, teriwilson.tripod.com.)