Ty Segall

Ty Segall

Vial, Meatbodies

Fri, February 3, 2017

Doors: 8:00 pm / Show: 9:00 pm

$26.00

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This event is all ages

Official ID required for those who are 16+.

Anyone under the age of 16 must be accompanied by a parent or guardian.

Ty Segall
Ty Segall
THE SEGALL HAS LANDED. And it's fully loaded with everything that Ty Segall (and you and me) are gonna need in the world to come. Sticking his hand deeper into the machines all around him, Ty is reaching ever further to the outer limits of inner space orbited throughout Twins and Sleeper. And now more than ever, the chunks of the world that came before are like asteroids formed in his image, picking up speed. Still fighting the power with all the energy that a determined mind-patriot can conjure, Ty's a fighter who loves, a surfer, a spaceman, and yeah, a casualty – like you, he'll never be free. But unlike you, he knows it – and when he goes down and his head cracks in two, out pour the multi-colored manias that make up Manipulator. Sour sweet declarations featuring freaks and creeps alike: "The Singer," "The Faker," "Mister Main," "Susie Thumb," the "Connection Man," and "The Crawler," to name but a mutant fistful.

To see these peeps, to realize their dreams and visions, Ty kept working, kept writing, laying down more tracks than ever. New musical expressions pop and surprise relentlessly throughout all the knockout tunes of Manipulator which feature Ty's helium cooled vocals, sounding more powerful and dynamic than ever, and many sounds in the mix, but most of all, SO many guitars! Strangled-neck solos recalling the good old days down by the river with Neil, numbed-and-unplugged discursions, three-quarter quartets raising their din in a few key places, waves of sparkling acoustics with ominous, Love-ly undertones – and then, torrents of filthy git-grunge, exploding into the chorus, washing everything away, fusing the blackness of Sabbath with the grime and grab-ass of the Stooges and the sweet swinging tones of the Stones. All in the name of getting higher on the music. Why have one guitar solo when you can have a few in the same space? There's so little time, and a LOT to say.
Vial
Meatbodies
Through the toxic foliage of the american slicked back hairdo there emerges the essence of the underground weirdo. Dance! Kiss! Lick! Love! SPIT! TOUCH ME BABY! IM REAL!
suggestions on the highway
spiders up the pillar
kill the fake
MOVE whats inside you
MOVE what you got!
MOVE YOUR
"MEATBODY!"
KEVIN BOOG, CHAD UBOVICH, PATRICK NOLAN
sometimes BOOG CHAD PAT
usually THE MEATBODIES
also known as MEATBODIES
what was ONCE a solo affair for Mr. Chad
has now turned into
3!
conjoining hands, conjoining rhythms.
GETTING UP FOR THE TONGUES
clapping in the distance
make yourself a MEATBODY
Hear the noise you weren't meant to hear 'til the end of the song
Venue Information:
The Teragram Ballroom
1234 West 7th Street
Los Angeles, CA, 90017
http://www.teragramballroom.com/