Ty Segall: FYF Fest on Saturday September 3rd, 2011

I will forever associate Ty Segall with the crappy taste of dust coming from all the jumping and moshing of the crowd during his set early afternoon, at the FYf fest. His happy-jumpy-wavy music was producing this giant cloud of dust above our heads that everybody was swallowing without a second thought.

He and his band sounded so good under the bright sun, producing a sort of retro sound done in a new way, as the Black Lips or Wavves are doing it, without an ounce of nostalgia but with tons of distortion, energy and fun.

Yeah, everyone seemed to have the time of their live, and beside a few slow songs, Ty Segall revealed himself as a brilliant guitarist, shredding and surfing, his long blonde hair constantly covering his face, showing an intellectual side as he was wearing a very serious UIHC (University of Iowa Hospitals and Clinics?) t-shirt.

Naturally, people went even wilder when he said before playing ‘Girlfriend’, ‘This song is a love song, …. I don’t care anymore, Love is alright, love is ok. You can take drugs, you cannot… I don't give a fuck anymore okay?’

He looked like he knew what he was doing but was not taking himself seriously if you see what I mean…. ‘This song is about eating weed rice and locking yourself in your room and listening to Black Sabbath all night because you think you're gonna die.’ and the song was violent, the kind of violence you enjoy in good loud music, like an hybrid between Sabbath, Hendrix, the Stones, the Ramones and I don’t know what else, but you could recognize many 60s (and beyond) influences in the layered texture of his music.

He was definitively a talker, ‘That was the acid version’ he said after playing something that indeed sounded like an escape from the 70s.

‘Is it too hot? I wish I had a hose!’ and people cheered asking for water, and his beer, ‘My beer? Ok, be careful it’s a bottle!’ and he threw his glass beer bottle to the crowd. He looked cool and genuine. The front rows had disappeared under a thick cloud of dust but nobody cared and the crowd surfers kept having fun as the band was repeating the 60s with more speed, adrenaline and chaos.

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