By now you should know what you’re in for here: an eardrum-toasting take to tape of the mighty Ty Segall Band, captured during two nights in San Francisco at the barely-pushing-medium-sized venue The Rickshaw Stop.
Twins just might be the blast that ends it all - or the explosion that launches a brave new evolution? a fury of rock ensues: songs rigged to explode on a dime, fired from a cannon into the stratosphere.
The conception of Three Bells arcs, rainbow-like, into a land nearly beyond songs - but inside of them, Ty relentlessly pushes the walls further and further in his writing and playing to cast light into the most opaque depths.
Sliding between the bodies in the street, cutting across the contrails that bisect our sky, Wand find melody and the anxiety beats as they hum the soundtrack for a new gravitational center.