Twins
Dark, crusty fuzz guitars dominate the music of Ty Segall, whose prolific output threatens to dilute the attention that should be paid to his committed allegiance to vintage rock \'n\' roll. Shades of psychedelia present themselves in the mercury-like lead guitar lines and translucent melodies that date themselves back to the mid-to-late 1960s. \"Love Fuzz\" takes on guitar work worthy of modern fuzzheads like the Bevis Frond and Dinosaur Jr. and matches it with a rhythm track copped from the Stooges and a mock-falsetto that exposes Segall\'s love for bubblegum 60s pop. \"Handglams\" throws in a descending guitar riff worthy of any garage-punk collection. Fans of MC5, The Pink Fairies, Blue Cheer, the grungier tones of Monster Magnet and the Stooges should find much to outright *love* with this swamp of sound. \"Gold On the Shore\" throws in an acoustic number with harmonies that are enhanced by a production that keeps things a beautiful blur.
It ain't two records, but it is called Twins. Ty's new mind-blow won't just make you see double, it'll make you be double! Fold in on yourself endlessly, hold your own hand, and leap towards the mega-Segall-meteor of 2012, Twins.
Twins is Segall's third LP of 2012, and stands at a crossroads somewhere between all his records to date. There are ballads, searing garage punk, sentimental love songs, two-minute bursts rubbing up next to longer cuts; all executed with faster tempos, thicker fuzz, and more power. Twins makes a great case for naming Segall as San Francisco's garage laureate.
Conventional wisdom—or, at the very least, the law of averages—dictates that Ty Segall should release more sub-par material. Twins is his third long-player of 2012, coming three months after Slaughterhouse, credited to Ty Segall Band, and five months after Hair, his collaboration with fellow garage-punk wunderkind Whit…
Last year Ty Segall released his Drag City debut, Goodbye Bread, an album that showed a more songwriterly side to the…
Bay area garage rock shapeshifter Ty Segall churned out more and more different types of songs in the four-year space between his 2008 beginnings and his fifth album, Twins, than most acts do in their entire lifespans.
Search any decent record store for any remotely genre-transcending record and it quickly becomes apparent that it's almost anachronistic that record shops still categorise music so rigidly by genre, a practice that surely should have gone out of the windo
The remarkable Ty Segall's third album this year could be heading straight for the mainstream, writes <strong>Kitty Empire</strong>
Twins showcases an artist who’s still obsessed with the intricacies of his electric guitar.
San Francisco's Ty Segall is back with yet another album, taking psych-rock by the scruff of the neck again, writes <strong>Maddy Costa</strong>