ENGLISH LITTLE LEAGUE
Guided by Voices
If 16 albums of esoteric indie oddness in as many years up until 2004 didn't cement GBV front man Robert Pollard's reputation for hyper-productivity, then the two solo offerings and now four band full-lengthers in the 18 months since the original early 90s lineup reunited must surely have done the trick.
Each track feels like it's been delivered from inspiration to inclusion in the same two-minute-plus-a-chorus timespan that it holds on the 17-track album.
And, of course, that means some miss the mark horribly, sounding like stoned small-hour dissonant guitar sessions - GBV's genius, though, is that so many are pure gold. Once you discard the drunk-yowling-at-the-locked-bar-door ballads which clog the middle of the album, the nuggets are best marked by that tell-tale jingle-jangle guitar (Flunky Minnows) and the occasional foray into psychedelia.
Presumably it would take a nuclear winter to stall GBV's awesome output, and success doesn't seem to be a prerequisite for repetition - so, if this isn't your thing, wait a couple of months and they'll give you something else to listen to.