WHO IS HE? The crazily prolific L.A. garage-rock singer-guitarist who has already released seven albums with his various bands over the past 18 months — which is probably about half as many as he’d like.
WHAT IS THIS? The Type A artist’s umpteenth release under his own name, and also something of a first — the disc features no guitars, relying instead on an arsenal of alternative instruments like bouzouki, koto, mandolin, recorder, sax and plenty of keyboards. Hey, a guy’s gotta do something to keep it interesting.
WHAT DOES IT SOUND LIKE? Amazingly, not that different from his other albums. Despite the anything-goes instrumentation and a few more introspective and psychedelic cuts, Segall’s pedal-to-the-metal pacing and maximalist intensity haven’t changed a bit. Basically, it’s another solidly satisfying disc — and one that suggests he could probably work his magic with two spoons, a brick and a broken accordion.
WHAT WOULD BE A BETTER TITLE FOR THIS ALBUM? All You Can Eat.
HOW SHOULD I LISTEN TO IT? Fast — he’s bound to release his next one any second.
WHAT 10 WORDS DESCRIBE IT? Experimental, inventive, adventurous, caffeinated, indulgent, eccentric, dynamic, unleashed, trippy, colourful.
WHAT ARE THE BEST SONGS? Taste’s primal double-drum track (several songs feature Segall on one side and a second percussionist on the other), punchy horns and feverish delivery let you know what you’ll be in for on later cuts like The Fall and I Worship the Dog.
WHAT WILL MY FRIENDS AND FAMILY SAY? ‘With all this going on, who needs to muddle things up with a guitar?’
HOW OFTEN WILL I LISTEN TO THIS? At least a few times — unless you’re a guitar player, perhaps.
IF THIS ALBUM WERE A HOME PROJECT, WHAT KIND OF PROJECT WOULD IT BE? A nifty wooden box put together without nails or glue.
SHOULD I BUY, STREAM OR STEAL IT? Fans can safely shell out; newbies might want to sample before they go for the full-meal deal.
