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Another day, another Ty Segall release. It doesn't even surprise me anymore when the San Franciscan garage-rock pariah announces something new. It makes you wonder if he actually does anything else, like eat, sleep or shower (hence the brilliant trailer for his 2013 record Sleeper). Last year, along with the compilation $INGLE$ 2, came a new album of original material from Segall - the fleshed-out, glam-fuelled Manipulator.

The first Segall offering of 2015 (I dare say there will be more) is a nice little EP of foot stompers entitled Mr. Face. But it isn't just another Ty Segall EP: the physical release itself claims to be "the world's first playable pair of 3D glasses". Released on two 7" vinyl records, red and blue respectively, it will be possible to view the album artwork in 3D by holding the records to your face. Pretty cool, Ty.

Gimmickry aside, we are left with something else to talk about: the music. And thankfully, (as if you would have doubted otherwise) it's pretty damn good. Not merely just a continuation of the sound Segall explored on Manipulator (although it does retain the glittery glam-rock sparkle that recent releases have celebrated), Mr. Face kind of serves as a little montage, a reminder of why we love the man. It slips into his back catalogue and digs out memories of styles old Ty and new.

The EP opens with the folky, mostly acoustic title track 'Mr. Face'. There are teases of electric guitar over the driving rhythmic strum, before the uplifting, optimistic refrain of "when the sun shines it'll be alright." Then before you know it, just after the halfway mark, the band kick in and hammer it home. We get a sexy Segall solo and a healthy dose of feedback, painting a picture of the Ty Segall Band when they're in full swing. This song would have been perfect for the Manipulator tour.

'Circles' begins with a drum solo drenched in guitar noise, spontaneous and sporadic, almost as if the drummer (Segall, most likely) is warming up, before bursting into the main beat paired beautifully with Segall's falsetto Bolan impersonation. His love of Bowie and Bolan has been displayed more than ever over the last couple of records, and it's wonderful to hear, especially for a massive fan of both such as myself. His marriage of glam and garage, the fusion so prominent on Twins, Sleeper and Manipulator, has really made me smile and it continues to do so on Mr.Face.

'Drug Mugger' comes off like a slowed down, stoned version of 'Tall Man, Skinny Lady' from Manipulator. The groove is practically the same, and to my ears it may as well be an alternate version. The sharp-as-glass guitar strike that blasts throughout the song is as raw as it gets and the solo before the outro is pure, signature Segall chaos. I love the chorus too, that tells us of the "connection, connection man," but I just wish within this short, sweet four-song EP there would be something more crazy, more off-the-wall and unexpected.

Then along comes the closer: the tender, poignant, stunning 'The Picture'. It kind of resembles a Rolling Stones ballad; think 'Beasts of Burden'. It's a perfect way to end the EP. It feels like a slightly tearful, drunken conclusion to a gig in a smoke-filled room, where everyone is knackered and leaning on each other, swaying along. It's gorgeous, and better than almost every track on Sleeper (which is a huge compliment), where it should have been in the first place. I for one enjoy Segall's mellow side, so I was blown away by 'The Picture'.

The EP serves as a solid little collection of Segall recent and new. Look at Mr. Face as a "where we're up to..." with the restless Californian pioneer. It's where he's at now, but you should know better than to think it's where he'll stay.

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