Ty Segall hits town with his weightiest tome ever in tow, the 19-track, 75-minute January gargantua Freedom's Goblin. (Following Big K.R.I.T.'s 4eva Is a Mighty Long Time, it's the second records-setting double LP featured in this space in as many weeks — what in the name of The White Album is going on?) Since his last visit here in May 2017, the compulsive recording artist has been relatively sedate, forming no new bands (that we know of) and releasing just the one (albeit seams-busting) new record. Square that with his previous five-year itch, which saw him cut 10 LPs and exponential EPs and 7-inch singles under at least six separate headers (GØGGS, Fuzz, Broken Bat and multiple variations of eponymous/collaborative outfits). The man is so prolific, he's recycling titles and forms: Last year's Ty Segall was his second self-titled release, and Freedom's Goblin is his second double album. As on 2014's unruly quad Manipulator, Segall doesn't thin his gin with extra tonic — if anything, the extra space emboldens him, concentrating and spiking his outre impulses into mini suites of furiously funky mood swinging. It's as if David Bowie, Ozzy Osbourne, Thin Lizzy, Of Montreal and Midnite Vultures-era Beck launched their own bizarro Traveling Wilburys, torching a "Young Americans" guitar-and-sax strut ("My Lady's on Fire"), sawdusting the stage with serrated twin chainsaws ("She") and milking Hot Chocolate's 1978 soul affirmation "Every 1's a Winner" (with vinyl-bomber Fred Armisen on drums). Bottomfeeders opens. Tickets $22. At 9 p.m. Sunday. One Eyed Jacks, 615 Toulouse St., (504) 569-8361; www.oneeyedjacks.net.