Ariel Pink's unfocused, shapeless and sometimes lazy turn at the Aotea Square Laneway Festival in 2011 was disappointing for all but deaf loyalists.
And surprising, too, because he'd seemed an oddball perfectionist, plundering pop's past and obscure byways for ideas.
Mercifully this album's title is a joke: the surreal and often rude lyrics (the nympho song), stylistic pastiches (disco to Beach Boys? No problem) and catchy, if familiar, melodies remain intact.
The opener Kinski Assassin repeats "Who sank my battleship? I sank my battleship" with the cool assurance of Kraftwerk and the final track is a sympathetic, white-soul cover of the delightful Baby by the Emerson brothers whose sole album from '79 has just been reissued.
Between are mixed blessings: the title track and Only in My Dreams are breezy slices of 70s AM-radio summertime pop, but when he comes over sub-Zappa serious'n'freaky (Driftwood and Schnitzel Boogie) or just stoner-tedious spacey tripped-out on Nostradamus and Me, you may lose whatever plot is operating.
