Ty's done it his way a half dozen different ways, and has nothing left to prove. Why not get back together with natural mate White Fence?
Joy isn't as thrillingly, disorientingly heavy as Hair - just two effortlessly talented dudes banging out a bunch of noise, the rock equivalent of The Weather, you can practically feel the couch under them, GBV-style, an album with pets on the cover and at least two songs about them. It's charmingly lazy, packed with fuzz and reedy, manic observations 4/5
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