Tom Grrrl is, I’m pretty sure, a one-man band (at least there are a suspicious amount of drum-machine-sounding bits and bloops here) in the vein of Michael Jordan Touchdown Pass, if that rings a bell with, oh, five of you. Obscurity aside, sweet Jesus, this is great. Spring-loaded, ebullient pop songs with just the right amount of velocity and distortion. The sound collage/radio bit that begins and ends the album is a bit annoying, but the ten songs in between? Painfully catchy and totally, totally awesome. I’ve been playing the hell out of this.