Each Ty Segall record is a new outfit in the garage-rock prodigy’s ever-increasing wardrobe. Slaughterhouse, his latest quick change, is the first release billed under his touring band, a group which includes punky wunderkinds Charlie Moothart and Mikal Cronin. Perhaps unsurprisingly, given that this is a group that’s been traveling the road together, Slaughterhouse is a loose, scrappy set. Some songs are given ample jamming room (“I Bought My Eyes”), while others are haunted-house screamers (“Slaughterhouse”). There are inspired covers with humorous studio banter (“All right, here we go, extra fast,” Segall says by way of introducing “Diddy Wah Diddy.”), and staring-contest noise parties (the 10-plus-minute “Fuzz War”). It’s a glorious grab bag, uncouth and unkempt in its exuberance, but with a worn-in feeling derived from the players’ comfort with each other.
Like he did on his Singles 2007-2010 compilation, Segall forgoes the catchier, cleaner vocals he’s sometimes showcased, opting instead for the feral yawls and yelps that earned the young Segall so many comparisons to the late Jay Reatard early on. Elsewhere, he does his best, fuzz-soaked Led Sabbath impression (“Wave Goodbye”), and only occasionally hints at the comfy, Nuggets-influenced jaunts he’s so good at (“Tell Me What’s Inside Your Heart,” “Muscle Man”). Slaughterhouse isn’t exactly a consistent record, but that doesn’t exactly seem to be the point, either. If Segall’s going to keep trying on new, inspired costumes every few months, who’s complaining?