What can you say about Ty Segall? He makes music the way rabbits procreate. If Twins was his first album of 2012 it would be impressive enough, considering he’s made at least one full-length a year since 2008. And that’s without mentioning all of the singles, EPs, splits and comps, as well as what he did in the Epsilons, Party Fowl and the Traditional Fools before going solo. But Twins is actually his third LP of 2012, following a split with White Fence and one as the Ty Segall Band earlier in the year.
I guess it’s his first true solo effort (whatever that means) since 2011’s Goodbye Bread, but he’s chosen to keep exploring ’60s psych-pop with a wide lense. Where that album lacked some face-melters, Twins skips right to it, after the mid-tempo fuzz-flexing “Thank God For Sinners,” with “You’re the Doctor,” a raucous spanker that recently caused three news anchors in Chicago to lose their shit and rock out when Ty played it live on the news. And from there, that’s how Twins unfolds, as a rotating collection of melodies performed with fuzz, feeling and fury.
I never got the Jay Reatard comparisons when it came to the music. Sure they both were absurdly prolific guitar virtuosos in their own right and contemporary garage rock icons, but Ty has left those comparisons behind with what should be considered a breakout year. Twins might not be his defining statement — that is yet to come — but it’s as good as any of its predecessors, all of which are fucking great.