11:09 AM CDT, October 9, 2012
3 stars (out of 4)
Indie-rock has grown more introspective, bearded and brooding in recent years, which makes the thunderous music of Ty Segall seem all the more necessary. The San Francisco-based singer and multi-instrumentalist brings a crusader’s zeal to his task; “Twins” (Drag City) is his third album this year alone. It’s another strong entry in his fuzz-garage/acid-punk free-for-all, if not quite as ferociously relentless as its predecessor, “Slaughterhouse” (In the Red).
The guitars on “Thank God for Sinners” sound like they’re jousting on a bed of low-end feedback. The “Slaughterhouse”-worthy “You’re the Doctor” races with fire-alarm urgency. “Inside Your Heart” mucks around in the tar-pit of primordial metal, only to give way to the airy, feminine voices of the bustling “The Hill.” Segall even does a pretty good cosmic-folkie impersonation on “Gold on the Shore,” and “Ghost” (with its uncanny evocation of a young, Plastic Ono Band-era John Lennon) affirms his ability to deliver a melody that can haunt the listener for days.
A couple of tracks on the second half of the album never quite chug their way past after-thought, B-side status (“Love Fuzz,” “There is No Tomorrow”) or basically serve as an excuse for an outrageous guitar solo (“Handglams”). It makes you wonder what Segall could accomplish if he ever distilled all the best music from his prolific recording sessions onto one album a year.