Lo-fi, retro and delightfully twisted garage / psych-pop, solo side project of White Fence guitarist John Webster Johns, released on Ty Segall’s God? imprint. (Jon Dwyer is "envious as hell" that it is not on Castle Face.) Songs are sloppy, manic, deranged late ‘60s way, as if Thee Oh Sees raided Kevin Shield’s pill stash and passed out after huffing fumes from melted Kinks 45s. If you like any of the artists cited above you’ll dig this too. FCC Clean

1. (2:50) urgent, jangly, fractured guitar pop
2. (2:40)**** FUCK YES! Fuzzed-out falsetto rock’n’ roll anthem—can’t wait to see DJs glu and awyeh hopping and screaming along to this one.
3. (3:40) moody tongue-in-cheek slowburner tune, barebones echo-laden guitar strummed at a wrist-slitting pace
4. (1:21) weird psychedelic lullaby with even more exaggerated nasally vocals, sounds like intro to an unfinished song
5. (1:07) incomplete-sounding song, private and wistful mood in an Abbey Road side B kind of way
6. (3:20)** total ‘60s psych-pop throwback with hazy vocals and sunshiney acoustic guitars, lalala
7. (1:03) hectic, scrambled garage—Oh Sees meets the Residents
8. (1:29) really weird dissonant string effects, slow warbling vocal chanting, nightmarish
9. (2:19) slow and boring, mostly organ-driven ballad; I prefer to skip this one
10. (2:36) twangy guitar loops and sinister whispered vocals, flute and light drums
11. (4:10 )Revolver-era Beatles on a Whip-Its binge
12. (2:45) sleepy, shuffling closer sounds like it was recorded on a boombox at a garage sale no one patronized because the whole neighborhood is dead