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Tour Dates 05/02/09 The Knockout SF, CA
05/14/09 The SF Eagle SF, CA* *with Numerators and Bridez |
TY SEGALL
TY SEGALL
CASTLE FACE, 2009
The first few seconds of Ty Segall's self-titled debut seem innocent -- a chummy little beat spiked with tambourine. Soon enough, however, the guitar rips in, boozily belligerent and arm-in-arm with Segall's nasal, speaker-splitting voice. From here, the album runs pell-mell into a loud and fuzzy wall of raw garage hysterics.
Blessed with superbly sneery hooks and all the guttural nonsense you've come to require from rock n' roll, the record is yet another plunge into the 1960s revival that seems to have captivated many musicians of late. This isn't to say that it's just another stale homage (and heck, most bands that get misty-eyed over that era are anything but). The electricity present on all 12 of the tracks is difficult to ignore; it's all the more impressive when you remember that it's just one fella. And although the one-man-band trip is also nothing new these days, it's always impressive when the live-wire humidity of a recording is carried alone. Songs like "Pretty Baby (You're So Ugly)" and "The Drag" are heavily perfumed with alcohol and the want of bad behavior, while stalkier numbers like "An Ill Jest" burn slowly like cigarette paper. There's even a cover of the Ramones' "You Should Never Have Opened That Door," the presence of which is cute to say the least.
The album clocks in at a scant 24 minutes; once it's through, it's probably best just to start it back up again. What it lacks in long-windedness it makes up for in energy and hiccuping thrills, and brevity, as they say, is the soul of wit. It's easy to enjoy this short, hyperactive little record-- just invite some friends over for a shack-shaker and press play.
TY SEGALL
CASTLE FACE, 2009
The first few seconds of Ty Segall's self-titled debut seem innocent -- a chummy little beat spiked with tambourine. Soon enough, however, the guitar rips in, boozily belligerent and arm-in-arm with Segall's nasal, speaker-splitting voice. From here, the album runs pell-mell into a loud and fuzzy wall of raw garage hysterics.
Blessed with superbly sneery hooks and all the guttural nonsense you've come to require from rock n' roll, the record is yet another plunge into the 1960s revival that seems to have captivated many musicians of late. This isn't to say that it's just another stale homage (and heck, most bands that get misty-eyed over that era are anything but). The electricity present on all 12 of the tracks is difficult to ignore; it's all the more impressive when you remember that it's just one fella. And although the one-man-band trip is also nothing new these days, it's always impressive when the live-wire humidity of a recording is carried alone. Songs like "Pretty Baby (You're So Ugly)" and "The Drag" are heavily perfumed with alcohol and the want of bad behavior, while stalkier numbers like "An Ill Jest" burn slowly like cigarette paper. There's even a cover of the Ramones' "You Should Never Have Opened That Door," the presence of which is cute to say the least.
The album clocks in at a scant 24 minutes; once it's through, it's probably best just to start it back up again. What it lacks in long-windedness it makes up for in energy and hiccuping thrills, and brevity, as they say, is the soul of wit. It's easy to enjoy this short, hyperactive little record-- just invite some friends over for a shack-shaker and press play.
04/30/2009 00:59:18 ♥ artie (
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