Slaughterhouse

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Ty Segall is a revolutionary and a genius and Slaughterhouse, his new album, and first with newly assembled eponymous band, is a fitting reflection of these two facts. Starting out alone, he’s been sharing his nouveaux techni-colour vision for several years now to much acclaim – to hear him is to fall in love with what he does, although, it seems, what he does, or certainly what the Ty Segall Band do (as these are the terms we’re now talking in), is blast into new dimensions, stratospheres, and orbits with each and every lo-fi cacophonic barrage they choose to level at us. 2010’s “Melted” was a superb outing for Ty – an unabashed joy-inducingly wonderful work that gave us, the world, the song “Imaginary person” and with it, introduced us to a kind of Mop-Top Doo-Wop blend that again resurfaces to drive the new album. The 60’s Peruvian garage-psychedelics Los Saicos claimed never to have heard the British and American contemporaries to which their own sound shared many parallels – they’d heard those at the front end of the British Invasion though, and that was enough of a guiding influence for the wild rabid garage / surf crossover they arrived at. Likewise I think Segall and his band will have found life without knowing of the Beatles to be the complete impossibility it is – they’ve definitely heard them, very possibly are fans, especially of their early work and, if they haven’t heard Los Saicos, I think they’d be big fans of theirs too, such is the hyper-charged Fab-Four-with-rocket-fuel common ground they inhabit. This is not to say the Ty Segall Band sound like the Beatles, far from it - every leap takes a little imagination and belief after all, and this is an album which has imagination and belief by the shedful - in every break-neck beat, every feral howl of raw primal sexuality, and in every soaring vocal harmony, there’s something oddly familiar – more importantly though, with all that also comes an enormous  dose of the new thinking – that which grabs us and lures us into uncharted territory, which takes us, intoxicates and enraptures us, and 11 tracks later dumps us out the other side with big dumb beaming smiles and the sense that we’ve just traveled through something truly, truly special. You have to hear this album, not least for “Mary Ann”, “I bought my eyes”, “The tongue” and “Tell me what’s inside your heart”, breathtaking, brilliant... nigh-on perfect.