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Rating: Ty Segall is a Californian bloke, raised on bread and garage, just as God intended.
Exceptionally prolific, this kid seems to crap all over the guitar rather than actually playing it. It's unclear whether he's truly impaired or just too stupid to learn the basics of the instrument, but it's precisely this that makes Segall's sound raw, rough, powerful, and disgustingly sincere.
"Slaughterhouse" sounds as if the Stones have regained their balls, with just a touch of MC5 that never hurts. The album opens with "Death," a frenzy of galloping feedback. Ty doesn't even attempt to control those screeching, annoying sounds, and when it seems like things might fall into rhythm, Segall unleashes a wall of sound never so alive.
Distorted, confused, angry. Real.
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