Cyclops Reap may be the best place for newcomers to start, but anyone who's been along for the ride since the beginning will be thrilled to hear Presley's (slight) progression.
His follow-up, ‘Cyclops Reap’, keeps the party going. ‘Pink Gorilla’ is the single and has this John Lennon singing over his own distorted farts thing going on.
The album ends up being a testament to what Presley has learned in terms of home recording: It's his best-sounding and most easily accessible album to date.
We are taken on a distorted journey through the 60s and Presley is at the wheel; whilst the songs are a little less sporadic, you still feel a slight loss of direction during the course of them.
The fuzz escapes through every pore, seeing Presley revving through erratic, lovely bedroom recordings.
Cyclops Reap has moments of self-assurance, moments that push Presley into new territory, territory both musically stronger and emotionally revealing than past albums.
With the overall fuzz and lo-fi sheen that, at times, adds cherubic consonance to his vocal, Presley’s sonically vintage considerations compensate for the album’s lack of cohesion.