Ty Segall distills his history. Never as raw as Lemons, never as ferocious as Slaughterhouse, but carrying some streamlined version of their spirit - this's a mellowing of his recent, desperate lunges away from his roots.
Here the hooks are effortless, the fuzz is natural. Where old Ty was a hundred-reverberation melee, new Ty is a flashing two-guitar cross-channel duel. And for once the pretty songs -- prettier than usual even -- feel at home. With the hindsight of the Freedom's Goblin's triumph, it's hard not to see this as a sweet last kiss to Segall's garage era sound 4/5
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