|I need to stop listening to music first thing out of bed. I can’t illustrate for you the horror that was listening to the first track off of Ty Segall Band’s new album at nine in the morning, without my coffee or my morning bacon. To give you an idea of what happened to my face ... the opening song is simply titled “Death,” and it comes off of the album Slaughterhouse. Apparently to Ty Segall and Co., “Death” sounds like a sick humpback whale being strangled by the T.A.R.D.I.S. After this intro, we’re shown what Ty Segall band is: aggressive rock with a fantastic ear for melody, that sounds like it would make the most amazing live show you’ve ever seen. Ty Segall seems to always know where a song is headed, and he never lets the listener down.
“Death,” as terror-inducing as it may be, is basically a prolonged intro. Slaughterhouse starts and hooks you on track two, with “I Bought My Eyes.” The chord progression on this Stooges and Nirvana-influenced track is just bliss. The guitar solos sound like The MC5, and Ty Segall’s angelic vocals swing from Kurt Cobain screaming to an angelic (but young) Roger Daltry. Then the title track “Slaughterhouse” gives us reverb and surf beat-heavy West Coast Garage Rock, and like any great rock song, it clocks in at about a minute and a half.
“The Tongue” is by far the best song, with a driving drum line that will make even the most tight of pants wearing hipster bang his head, an overwhelmingly sexy guitar-centric chorus (bravely lacking any vocals), and Sonic Youth noise breakdowns, “The Tongue” will make any early 90’s grunge lover shed a tear (In Utero era Nirvana and Pixies influenced Grunge, not Stained and Fuel pop grunge).
What’s so impressive about this album (besides the sex) is how Ty Segall Band is able to have such a multitude of influences without being overwhelmed or dominated by them. Too many bands nowadays put reverb on … well … everything, in an effort to create a retro aesthetic that often holds them back from making anything new. Ty Segall is clearly influenced by older rock n’ roll (and yes they use reverb heavy vocals), but they don’t let these influences become the crux of their band.
The past few years in indie music in America have been almost nothing but electronic music or rock that was so tamed by the desire to be retro that it lost sight of what it meant to be Rock and Roll. What’s so impressive about the Ty Segall Band is their absolute ‘give no fucks’ stance. “Who fucking cares? Fuck this fucking song!” cries Segall near the end of “DiddyWahDiddy,” which is followed by another song at one minute thirty seconds long, which in turn is followed by the closing track “Fuzz War.” Guess what “Fuzz War” is? If you guessed a ten minute-long song full of nothing but noise, you guessed right. It sounds like Ty Segall Band forgot how to use their instruments by the end of the album and it’s still ten times better than all of the Best Coast tracks combined. Ty Segall Band accomplishes more in one and a half minutes than most bands do in an entire album. The band is a must listen, though you may want to eat something beforehand.