My specially sealed review copy carries warnings all over the sleeve telling me that the disc is unique and traceable, and if I share it, upload it onto the 'net, flog it or even give it away, bad things may happen. It fails to warn me that bad things may also happen if I actually listen to it, or that the contents of the disc isn't very good though.
Blending the trippier elements of The Beatles' output – 'Sgt Peppers' in particular – with a ramshackle garage sound, 'Goodbye Bread' (presented literally in cartoon form as a stick man with a slice of bread for a bonce bids farewell to a dog friend – or it it a rabbit? It's hard to tell because it's not very well drawn) – has some moments where it's apparent that Ty has some nice ideas. It's a pity that the sloppy sound and rather rough-hewn playing style, in conjunction with a willful lack of production doesn't do them justice. Then there are some tracks that just plod lazily creating the impression he just can't be arsed.
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The slap-back vocal delay that John Lennon made something of a trademark is all over Segall's voice and it's ok, and even works really well at times, particularly in conjunction with the big, scuzzy guitar sections (the garage / psych ruckus of 'Where Your Head Goes' is a great example), but it sure as hell gets tiresome over the duration of an album, even if it's as brief at this one, which clocks in around the thirty-five minute mark.
Still, on the upside, using the disc as a coaster for my beer isn't included in the lost of things I shouldn't do if I want to avoid finding myself in deep shit with the label.
Ty Segall Online
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