Eggman by Ty Segall

This ain’t your grandparents’ Eggman! Twisting Bowie’s “Fame” plaint into a shout of disgust – “Eggs!” – Ty’s gonzo nightmare outsicks the late white duke’s visions. A relentless pounding beat with subtle downshifts to the tempo in spots evokes queasy, staggering horror, further heightened with rust-spewing serrated leads. Eventually the vocals and rhythm are cut loose and spiral into space, to be eaten alive by droning maggots of guitar noise.

Ty Segall has his finger on it. A finger on it, digging into your vinyl, since 2008.