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TY SEGALL
Three Bells DRAG CITY
California’s garage-rock wunderkind grows up, spectacularly.
By Tom Pinnock
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“You can get to know the places inside you”
TY SEGALL has absolutely, once and for all, had it with the whole ‘prolific’ thing. “You know, I really dislike it,” he tells Uncut. “People used to always bring it up, but that was never my goal.”
While, let’s be honest, he only has himself to blame, he hasn’t ever intentionally tried for a record-breaking release schedule like King Gizzard. For Segall, it’s much simpler: the artists that have been important to him –from The Beatles, Black Sabbath, The Kinks, T. Rex and the Grateful Dead to Billy Childish, The Gories and his early mentors Thee Oh Sees –made a lot of records, and so he did too. 2012 was probably the peak of his productivity, a couple of years after he burst into wider view from the San Francisco garage scene: there was the lo-fi psychedelia of his White Fence collaboration, Hair, then the fuzz onslaught of Slaughterhouse with the Ty Segall Band, and finally his sludge-pop solo album Twins. Since then he’s kept up a steady stream of at least an album or two a year, if you take in side projects, soundtracks, covers records and live LPs.