Ty Segall just can’t stop making music—solo, in his band, or in collaboration with others; on singles, EPs and albums. He unleashes a flood of psychedelic garage rock with manic fervor, suggesting a condemned man desperate to be heard before his time runs out. If his prolific output sometimes cries out for an editor (especially when it comes to the songwriting) Segall’s unfeigned, life-affirming enthusiasm is never less than irresistible. The physical version of the four-song Mr. Face EP is a pair of translucent red-and-blue seven-inch vinyl records billed as “the world’s first playable pair of 3D glasses,” but it’s a tasty treat whether or not you dig novelty packaging. The jumpy title track is an acoustic rave-up that hints at a strong Violent Femmes influence. Elsewhere Segall is his usual exuberant self, plugged in and happy to blast. And coming next week: the Ty Segall Band’s Live in San Francisco on the Castle Face label, a full-length set of feedback, heavy riffs, big beats and yowling vocals, guaranteed to cure the blahs with caffeinated pizzazz.