Usually when you’re told about an artist who blends genres to his advantage, it serves to explain the unexplainable by dissecting minute aspects of a homogenous whole, made of appropriated sounds by a producer who’s just trying to make it all work. The way that Eliot Lipp shares a glimpse of his sonic world on his new album “Shark Wolf Rabbit Snake” is quite the opposite of these haphazard attempts at boundary-blurring: he asserts each nod to his influences with confidence, showing us that he’s been around long enough to know what he likes and that he can pay respect to as well as stand up to the pioneers that came before him.

It’s because of these distinct nodes in the album that it at some times can feel disjointed – …