"Garage rock" is a battered and abused phrase. Applied erroneously to any music featuring a fuzz pedal or poor recording quality, practically every other guitar rock press release boasts the diluted term. But Timmy Vulgar is one of few deserving post-millennial bandleaders to warrant it. Whether fronting the Clone Defekts, Timmy's Organism, or Human Eye, Vulgar pushes the rock band format to its most fetid and feral potential. His guitar solos practically smell bad. His vocals are a gargled stream of trash culture revelry. The man looks like he lives beneath a manhole in his native Detroit. On YouTube, you can find him vacuuming a ceiling on acid. With staggering chops and performance, Human Eye's latest album returns savagery to garage rock. Otherwise, we'd retire the term.