A lush, hypnotic, timeless album, this is pure glam rock into chugging proto-metal. Every song finds its core riff and spins it in place while swooning sentiment and a clatter of inventive guitar solos hold court. There's palpable glitter and shine with real rock energy, a cascade through a history of Queen, T-Rex, and the Stooges at their slinkiest. Brilliant is the word.
The variety, the 17-song generosity, the whole-album flow - I can't be help but be reminded of all time personal favorite Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness.
It's a departure from Segall's pure shitkicking garage energy, and it truly catches fire only occasionally, but it's a glorious triumph in its own way. Dude's a fucking genius, this is a serious contender for my album of the year 4.5/5
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