To say Ginger Wildheart is prolific would be something of an understatement — in the last twelve months he’s released the GASS Mark II compilation record, The Pessimist’s Companion solo album, new Wildhearts album Renaissance Men and the band have just announced a new mini album to be released in October.

Into that already packed line up another new solo record, Headzapoppin, has emerged with barely a few days notice thanks to his Round Records label.

From the off, with Meet My Killer, it’s clear this isn’t the same territory as his last two solo efforts (Pessimist’s Companion and Ghost In The Tanglewood) which saw Ginger given his take on folk and country sounds as we get a rousing slice of power-pop rock with a chorus that had me singing along by the second time it rolled around making it far more in keeping with the feel of 555% or Valor Del Corazon.

This continued across the rest of the album with Catch That Stranger bringing out his particularly schizophrenic approach that veers from catchy pop choruses to blast beats all within five minutes before Saturday Matinee provides the disc’s first knock out highlight of power pop mixed with Ginger’s particular view of the world.

As it goes on Ginger finds room to get heavy, funky, fun and serious while throwing in hints of the folk and country of the last two albums but with a far rockier feel, particularly on the almost hard rock folk ballad (if such a thing can exist) of Love Is.

Boxes starts off like a classic British rock belter before the lyrics take things in an off kilter direction that is nonetheless hugely relatable and, after a pair of solo albums focussing on his mental health issues, the wider relate-ability here is something of a breath of fresh air, though as ever he never shies away from serious things or brutal honesty.

Other highlights come with Yorvik (My Hood) which explores Ginger’s now hometown of York from a fascinating angle while album closer (and sort of title track) Zap feels like a marvellous followup to charity single Fuck You Brain from a few years ago.

As a whole Headzapoppin fits nicely between the heavier sound of The Wildhearts and the pair of country/folk records making it possibly Ginger’s most accessible in sometime.

Added to this, possibly more than any other of this recent records, this feels brilliantly relatable while also having the nature of something like a diary entry, capturing a moment in time for Ginger while also being a record that (to make my lack of hipness all the more evident), once the CD lands, will likely be on heavy rotation in my car stereo for sometime.