Ty Segall has got such an intense workrate. His discography reads at a staggering 47 records of various hues, EPs, LPs, splits, collabs and compilations. For all the skuzzed out stonedness of his music, he must be taking something that gives you a bit more energy than the herb. The most apt comparison is a of Ty as a slacker Captain Beefheart, channeling the weirdness into the nihilistic thrill of guitars.

After a recent dip in form with 2011's Goodbye Bread, where he tried to make his music more expansive and slightly poppier, his past three records have been pitch perfect, sweltering psychedelic punk rock, aiming directly at small sweltering club shows, with sweat oozing out of the ceiling and spilt beer everywhere.

Ty Segall - "The Hill" by Drag City

One mistake commonly made in the writing of love songs is that they are often covered in metaphor; as if the idea of love can't be understood unless it's smothered in something grandiose and wordy, that the emotion can't be done justice if there is no grand conceit.

Deptford Goth's 'Life After Defo' is of a better kind, it has an inscrutable simplicity to it's lyrical character that grabs you in the bit of the belly that controls your emotions.

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I like to think of King Krule as the Brit school's sort of evil other side, where Adele, Jessie J, Kate Nash, et al, where busy making the kind of cloying sentimental pop music aimed to slowly strangle the charts, King Krule was instead stuck in his bedroom channeling the blue spirit of Lightning Hopkins, the teenage angst of Eddie Cochran and the anti-social aggression of London's contemporaneous bass culture.

Rock Bottom by King Krule