With a full band in
tow this time around, the Bay Area garage maniac blows out the mental Slaughterhouse, courtesy In The Red. In discriminating
record stores this week, yo.
By Jennifer Kelly
With Slaughterhouse (In The Red), Ty Segall returns to the detuned blare of his first, self-titled
album and early singles. The main difference? Segall has the support of a full
band – Mikal Cronin, Charlie Moothart and Emily Rose Epstein – as he pushes
things towards 11.
So, not surprisingly, Slaughterhouse starts and ends in squalls of feedback. Blown-out howling “Death” coalesces,
finally, in hurtling garage-rock a la Thee Oh Sees, but the culminating roar of “Fuzz Wars” simply goes on and on and
on (and on). In between, pop songs lurk behind distortion. You could sing along
to “Tell Me What’s in Your Heart,” and early single “Wave Goodbye” cloaks a
White Stripe-ish blues riff in the sludge and drone of psychedelic metal. Segall’s
dalliance with tripped-out, melodic psych is over, at least for now. Yet sonic
ferocity has, thankfully, not led to over-seriousness. “I don’t know what we’re
doing,” says Segall, near the end of “Diddy Wah Diddy,” as the band crashes to
a chaotic, cathartic halt.
But he does. Clearly, he does.