the 5th album from the san francisco garage rocker.
the album features some of his slowest & most melodic songs yet. segall’s fuzztone blasts have always owed something to the troggs & the debt is brought to the forefront here. with the gradual dialing down of the blown-out one-man-band vibe, details that may have been lost before (like guitar leads), are brought into more effective relief. there are still plenty of sputtering fuzz-drenched leads, but overall, it’s more an album for the bedroom than the mosh pit. “segall’s lexicon is expanding to a larger canvas - one that signals a deepening understanding & utilization of his chosen form’s history” – dusted.