Ty Segall’s 9th studio album is his second self-titled record following a 2008 release. Without any prior exposure to Ty’s sound I arrived at this album with no expectations or predispositions. On first listen, what stuck out to me the most was the seemingly chaotic and unorganized performances that somehow felt meticulously strung together in context of the entire album. Numerous songs from this 10 track record find unity in their similar vibe ~ post-rock anthems led by shredding electric guitar, somewhat piercing vocals and fast paced, hard hitting percussion to follow. Ty Segall shreds. This man can keep a consistent intensity that feels unique in energy and style rather than a conforming mosh of loud sounds; a common defining issue for punk-metal bands attempting to find their sound. Backed up with a full band, Ty leads the charge through some gnarly tracks such as “Thank you Mr. K”, a helter-skelter head banger with a speedy tempo. This song progressively becomes more chaotic and damn-near disturbing as the catchy rhythm slowly becomes disoriented and off-beat; complete with unnerving piano riffs, strung out guitar licks and a transitional pause to throw (probably) plates and glasses against a wall. While many tracks fit a similar description in terms of energy and sonic style, Ty knows how to slow things down; giving a more balanced feel to the album overall. In the closing track, “Take Care (To Comb Your Hair)” Ty delivers a somewhat Beatles inspired farewell track that feels distinctly more calm and relaxed than the general tone of the record; however it continues Segall’s relatively fast pace with occasional electric guitar assistance layered over the acoustic leads. I think what I enjoyed most from this album after several listens is the sense of awareness each song seems to possess. For example, The 10 minute ballad “Warm Hands (Freedom Released)” delivers a consistent fast paced style and concludes into “Talkin” a blue-grass slow jam that could not be more of an opposing
sound to its precursing track. Ty Segall delivers a solid mix of genre-defiance, light sonic schizophrenia, and a sense of cynical awareness that adds a lot to the context and general aesthetic of the record. I mean the guy literally ends the album in what begins as a high intensity guitar riff that cuts out before 10 seconds pass, talk about blue-balling.
By: Diego Cardoso