Summer has unfortunately taken its grand departure. But those of us unable to make it to Memphis for Gonerfest and the season’s final tah-dah sought our solace yesterday evening in the echoes of vacations past, as they emanated from the amplifiers of lo-fi rocker Ty Segall and his trusty band.
Segall originally made waves and took names as a one-man band, simultaneously playing guitar, kick drum, hi-hat and tambourine seamlessly while howling his heart out. He has since shed the limitations and upgraded to a three-piece ensemble, bringing the full sound of his latest record, Melted, to the stage.
Former members of So Jazzy (we miss that band) and current dudes in Kindergarten Circus and Spanish Candles comprise newly formed openers D Watusi. Christina played Wurlitzer keys in a Velvet Underground fashion as young Dillon wailed on guitar as well as into the microphone for the entirety, producing a sound that was both classic rock ’n’ roll and not. The unabashed vocals and insistent bass emphasize that this band is serious about ... whatever he's singing about. We couldn't make out exactly what through all the distortion.
PUJOL played shortly afterward, seldom breaking for a chat, instead allowing their music to do the talking with such favorites as “Mayday” and “Mission From God,” with “Black Rabbit” for a finale. The gentlemen played their usual parts, and the fans spoke volumes for them with their relentless dancing and raucous sing-alongs.
The awkwardly thunderous duo that is JEFF the Brotherhood managed to impress us yet again, opening with a Konami-esque 8-bit sample and instigating some of the gnarliest stage-dives we've ever seen. Their punk-grunge set was brimming with clever three-string licks and complicated backbeats
Ty Segall and his shreddin' babes commandeered the stage from the get-go, blazing through tracks from nearly all his releases as well as two cover songs, including a fast and sloppy rendition of Black Sabbath's “Paranoid” — a pleasant surprise for the crowd, who proceeded to dance jerkily and generally go ape-shit until the frenzied conclusion.
And so, as our sweaters come out of the attic and most bands head home for their own autumn lives, let's remember what Ty and his friends brought us last night. When your seasonal depression is looming and the sunshine seems too far away in the dreary months ahead, throw on some fuzzy surfadelic tunes and let the sun come to you.