I hate long record reviews unless they are about Funhouse or Raw Power. If it takes old Leeroy Longer than a filthy cig to read it or write it then I’m gone. Ty Segall just craps em out doesn’t he. Wunderkind or something. I have heard and enjoyed his records before. A good chunk of his material has the effortlessness that is like perfect breasts, they just sit there not knowing how they do it, great without trying.
On Twins we get more of the same from S.F.’s garage grunge indie golden boy. That’s mostly a good thing. His records are tending to be put together a little better each time. Even though I still think Melted is the one I would keep at the Amoeba trade for cash counter this one isn’t too far behind. It feel a little more live and confident. The kid is starting to think who the fuck he is and good on him. We need a few million less apologetic rock n roll kids. The first three tracks bang, like Nirvana ina good way meeting up with Todd Rundgren doing his best shit. Ty is doing a good job sounding like a lead singer even with a deviated septum or whatever is going on with his allergies.
The record sags seldom and only suffers momentarily from it’s greatest asset, Innocent Youth. There’s so much garbage out there at the moment so I’m not going to be balanced and point out any weak tracks. I do find myself wondering how he would fare in a real recording studio making a proper record. With songs as good as Love Fuzz I have to wonder if the kid has ” Crossover Potential”. He’s as good as Jack White. I also have to wonder what a Ty Segal record would sound like if he put out one perfect record a year instead of three almost there efforts. Go for it Ty! Billy Childish ain’t gonna hate on you for it, I don’t think.
Twins is made by kids that get high and play loud but can also write a pop song. Our culture should be seeking these kinds of jokers out and giving them a chance to fuck up some other youngsters minds. It might be out of the cards because ever since Cobain blew his head off high on dope the heads of the last remaining major labels got together and vowed to never put another dime into anything that might blow up (in) their faces again. I was there at the meeting so I can say for a fact this is policy now. Fucked up right?
– Leeroy Brown