Ty Segall's Goodbye Bread offers a cleaner, more measured take on the San Francisco garage wunderkind's flashbomb fuzz-punk. Unsurprisingly, it has been widely acclaimed. But Segall's best record of the year might be one that doesn't bear his name. Friend and collaborator Mikal Cronin's self-titled, Segall-produced debut finds The Moonhearts drummer shedding the blasted garage-punk of past work for his own much cleaner, more measured pop. Cronin strikes a near perfect balance of coulda-been-the Beatles pop finesse and scuzzy Oh Sees-meets-JAMC rave-ups, where flute-spazz fits comfortably next to sunny harmony. Excellent locals Last Year's Men complete the bill. —Bryan C. Reed