Fusing tricky bass solos with brutal breakbeats, Tom Jenkinson’s Squarepusher albums have often come off as man-machine freak shows. His 12th album, though, is like a digital fantasy yanked into physical reality. Computerized voices marvel at the very existence of “real” women, while Jenkinson’s trademark spazz-jazz clamor is largely rendered via garage-rock guitar squall. The mood is certainly giddy, but the best Squarepusher releases drill deeper. Ultimately, Just a Souvenir is the awesome, but hardly mind-bending, spectacle of an electronica wizard buying a fuzz box.
