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in-kind · 13 days
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Reverse Shark Attack
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rastronomicals · 7 months
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Ty Segall
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omegaremix · 2 months
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Omega Radio for March 12, 2022; #300.
Ty Segall: “Don’t Lie”
Habibi: “Nice”
New Pornographers: “Mary”
Waveless: “Cicadas Sing”
Big Brave & The Body: “Once I Had A Sweetheart”
Shilpa Ray: “I’m Not An Effigy”
Christine & The Queens: “Freedom”
Dirty Projectors: Death Of An Heir Of Sorrows"
Vaults: “Poison”
Marissa Paternoster: “White Dove”
Ruah: “Dead Friends”
No Swoon: “Gold He Said”
Brian Jonestown Massacre: “Fact 67”
Hazel English: “Nine Stories”
Holy Motors: “Trouble”
Wren Kitz: “Shrouds”
Cryogeyser: “Sonic Peace”
Sault: “Trap Life”
Khruangbin & Leon Bridges: “B-Side”
Los Bitchos: “Las Panteras”
Spice: “Everyone Gets In”
Laura Jane Grace & The Devouring Mothers: “This Year”
Soft Pack: “Gagdad”
Ducks Ltd.: “How Lonely Are You?”
Cuffed Up: “Canaries”
Vallens: “Occurred”
Broadcast #300.
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dustedmagazine · 2 months
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Ty Segall — Three Bells (Drag City)
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Ty Segall has never been shy about his affinity for King Crimson . His heaviest band, Fuzz, covered “21st Century Schizoid Man” a decade ago, amplifying its stately complexities to an airport tarmac roar . His latest album, the double LP Three Bells, hews to a quieter folky sound, but you can hear a homage to the prog godfathers in its tricky chord changes and multi-parted compositions.
Consider, for instance, the shimmering jangle that kicks off the title track, Segall warbling plaintively over a mesh of folk-leaning guitar play . But the melody takes a half-step, jazzy turn, breaking out of what you expect into jazzier, more free form trajectories, but that’s just a taste. A mid-cut break slips further out into the stratosphere, quickening the pace, fracturing the vocals and layering heavy metal guitars with pristine folk-derived harmonies . It’ll remind you not just of Crimson, but related bands and their prog rock opuses—Yes’ “Roundabout” or Emerson Lake & Palmer’s “Lucky Man.” 
That’s quite a turnaround for an artist who cut his teeth on brief, incendiary garage stomps like “The Drag” but Segall’s influences have always been broader and deeper than skeptics acknowledge . He’s as deep into kraut rock as he is in mod 1960s psych, as committed to arena-style rock and metal as to Cavestomp primitives . His last few albums have thrived under limitations—no guitars for First Taste, a fixation on Harmonizers for Harmonizer, a home-taper’s acoustic fuzz for Hello, Hi .  Three Bells is not one of these conceptually defined albums . Recorded mostly solo, with Segall on guitar and drums, it pushes classic guitar rock into complicated corners, with choral motets sidling up to blistering guitar solos, noodle electric keyboard textures glittering atop blasts of pared down percussion .
Segall brought in his wife Denée to assist on five of these tracks, including the fuzz-bombed highlight “Eggman” where multiple guitars saw in from all angles as Segall chants in monotone . It’s hard to overstate how bouncy and marvelous the drumbeat is or how infectious this brutally stripped back song is .  And yet even this one disappears into a vortex, swamped by noise like the end of “A Day in the Life.” 
Emmett Kelley also played bass on a few . You can hear Kelley bobbing in and around the chilled, fusion jazz drum break of “Denée,” holding down an increasingly free-form exploration of rhythmic transport . Or grounding the swaggering Motown pop string section in the sweeping “My Room.”
The most entangled and intricate cut on this disc, though, is likely “Move” the one track credited not just to Segall but the whole Ty Segall Band (Ben Boye, Mikal Cronin, Emmett Kelly, Charles Moothart and Segall himself.)  Denée chants in a cool deadpan, as all manner of guitar-based ideas zing off in the background . The tempo changes—as well as the temperature, with metal and rock flaring out of krautish repetition—but the song bangs on . It’s complicated but in no way unreadable, a pleasure for all its multiplicity.
Jennifer Kelly
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icegrillz · 2 months
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eternal--returned · 19 days
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Ty Segall & Danée Segall ֍ Feel Good (2021)
I know you see me You look at me deeply Don't be afraid, I can show you the way I'll be your right hand You've been invited Shy, but excited Don't feel ashamed, we can try out new things And see if we like them The way that you touch me Shows me you're trusting I'm open to anything that you do And I'd like to go further
Being with you makes me feel good When we love like we should
Perhaps you could slowly Do what you've only Dreamed of before and we both can explore Possibilities endless Somеwhat discreetly You say to me sweetly I make you feel good and you feel understood I tеll you the same things
Now I must impose I'd like you to expose The desires you feel that you've been keeping concealed I think it's time to release them We can be open Nothing unspoken I'm here to stay, you're not going away We can lay here forever
Playing with you makes me feel grand I'll supply you if you demand
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musickickztoo · 11 months
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Ty Segall  *June 8, 1987
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party-at-jacurutu · 1 month
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Shuffle your favorite playlist and post the first five songs that come up. Then copy/paste this ask to your favorite mutuals. 💌💜 >:>
ooo, fun.
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nyxtalksmusic · 10 months
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Like the water, like the skin exposed my head explodes
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jaccckk · 3 months
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This is a couple of years old but posting now bc I realized how much high school me would freak out about it
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plakatierenverboten · 4 months
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Ty Segall: My Best Friend (Official Music Video)
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rastronomicals · 29 days
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2:18 AM EDT March 29, 2024:
Ty Segall - "Love Fuzz" From the album Twins (October 9, 2012)
Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm
File under: Garage
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spilladabalia · 4 months
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Ty Segall - Thank God For Sinners
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dustedmagazine · 2 months
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Meatbodies — Flora Ocean Tiger Bloom (In the Red)
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Chad Ubovich plays bass in Ty Segall’s Fuzz. He is the source of that band’s monumental churn and buzz, the noisy foundation for Segall’s psychedelic flights of fancy. Here in his own project, Meatbodies, he roils up a similar irresistible undertow, a stomach-vibrating low-end that grounds even his most playful tunes in heaviness.
Undertow is, possibly, the right metaphor, because by all reports, Ubovich fought the abyss to make this record—surviving the pandemic, mental instability, substance abuse, homelessness and an accident that left him unable to walk. He released 333 (“You could draw an upward slanting line from the disc’s snarling, disconsolate opening towards the mystic certainty that fills its later tracks, but the whole journey is worth taking,” said I in my 2021 review.) while still wrestling this material away from his demons. It is a sprawling, roaring, wild beast of an album, a double whose songs largely exceed the pop framework, rampaging forward five, six or seven minutes.
Even the disc’s most concise and lighthearted cuts lean into the gnostic. “Silly Cybin,” psychedelic on at least two counts, rides a catchy, boppy little tune about mushrooms into the whirlwind, amid blustery drums and spiraling, caterwauling guitars. “They Came Down” bristles with distortion, its main riff a dog chasing its tail in circles. But its chorus swaggers into stately view from there, not agitated at all but grand, anthemic and ritual. And “Move” judder to life on a dark echoey bass line, channeling the Wipers at their most apocalyptic, the Obits at their blues-torturing best.
It's all pretty intense, but like Segall, Ubovich looses dreamy psych meditations to float over turbulent distortion. Consider a shipwrecked sailor flailing through rough seas but glimpsing a brilliant sunset as he goes down. The struggle is all-consuming, but it opens out into brighter, freer, calmer vistas. In “The Assignment” slow booming bass riffs sound off amid snaggle-toothed guitar riffs and rolling explosions of drums. But the words dance without a care in an upper register untouched by conflict. “Wiggle your hips and sing all his songs,” Ubovich croons, way up high and there’s a party going on up there.
That, of course, sounds like Ty Segall and you can definitely trace the similarities. Still, this is a powerful piece of work, as serious about the trippy silliness as about the pitch and heave of amp overload. Flora Ocean Tiger Bloom, like its title, is several things at once. It rocks like a hurricane, dreams like a lotus eater.
Jennifer Kelly
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lisamarie-vee · 1 year
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still-single · 7 months
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Axis:Sova – Blinded by Oblivion (God?)
Fourth album by a Chicago group from whom every time I hear a new record, they seem to change for the better, but this one’s a big step forward. Written during the pandemic and recorded out in California with Ty Segall at his studio, Blinded by Oblivion definitely takes on atmospheres and perspectives that can’t be found in a Chicago winter. They took their soot-clogged gray-crusted battle machine through the car wash big time – still strong under the hood, but gleaming with a lighter, shinier armor, locking in as tightly as ever with synth pedals and an openness to living that plays like the second chance pivots many of us worked out in the intervening years. Brett Sova adds a live drummer, Josh Johannpeter, to play alongside the drum computers he and bassist Jeremy Freeze program, and it gives this set that harder thwack in the calves the band really needed to move forward. Sova's playing and singing sounds more open, and righteously indebted to commercial rock of the late ‘70s/early ‘80s (a little Tom Petty slant to this one here and there, an abstract nod towards Trans Am and how they handled this, and the best tracks have sardonic riffs that remind me of the Spicoli themes from Fast Times at Ridgemont High). It’s a clever reinvention, and if it took a while to get here, it was worth it. (Doug Mosurock)
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