The second album from Ty Segall and Charles Moothart’s Sabbathian semi-supergroup (now featuring Meatbodies mainman Chad Ubovich on bass) lays on more of pretty much everything, and lays it on thick: it’s almost twice the length of the first, the recording is denser and punchier, the riffs are proggier and the solos wilder. There’s something pretty magnificent about the way seven-minute opener Time Collapse/The 7th Terror goes about its business: low-end and high-end guitars strut in perfectly evil unison (it’s not exactly camp, but certainly a bit schlocky) then break into a glorious, storytelling solo and end on a hypnotic, megalithic stomp. At the other end, the 14-minute title-track finale goes up like a rocket before smearing into spaced-out abstractions and snapping back disorientingly; in between things stay more concise, sometimes heaving closer to Segall’s garagey solo material (Let It Live), elsewhere going all in with the full and unabashed Ozzy-Iommi worship (Pipe). It’s a mountainously huge album, and faintly exhausting for that, but those majestic peaks are well worth the trek.
