Another day yeah/Turning black into gold, yeah/Who is producing you (your main man?)/Sweet, sweet love will shine and never dim, yeah
from Who's Producing You? lyrics by Ty Segall
Groovy, maraca-sexy rock that only boasts a few superfluous “yeahs” serves as the backdrop for Segall’s diatribe on backroom casting couch sessions and general sleep-to-the-top tactics. The vague lyricism leaves ambiguous whether he’s judging or celebrating the combining of business and pleasure.
