Most of the “new” music I’m interested in these days is the aural equivalent of throwing gasoline all over an amp/guitar/whatever, flicking a lit cigarette on it and watching it burn. And yeah, that’s a good thing. I’m more than happy to take a pass on the whole Thompson Twins-esque stuff that’s passing for ‘innovative’ right now. I instinctively get off on crunchy, fucked up, rock & roll — the kind of stuff Ike Turner and the gang started 50 years ago with their blown out and brokedown, newspaper-stuffed, amplifier on “Rocket 88.” A sound perfected by The Kinks ’66 and The Creation — a niche, if limited, sound to play with, but a discernible sound nonetheless. Just ask the Stooges.
Which brings us to Ty Segall. I’m not sure what’s being traded/ingested up north in San Francisco these past couple of years, but whatever it is, it’s working. The incestuous scene (Thee Oh Sees, The Mantles, etc) continually nail the damaged, garage howl of yore in ways that are both incredibly entertaining and prolific (to the point I’ve had to really temper number the posts on here, though if you tune into the Aquarium Drunkard Show you’ve had an earful of it for awhile now). While I personally, for better or worse, buy into this stuff wholesale, I have repeatedly found myself recommending Ty Segall’s latest, Melted, as the current best of the breed. Let’s just say it works as both a nice gateway into the ’10 SF sound as well as a perfect introduction to Segall for those who don’t feel the need to track down every 7″ (though that’s half the fun, right?). Riiight…
MP3: Ty Segall :: My Sunshine