Busting out of the endless gridlock into open space, these spirits pass on through. Textures at once gentle and dissonant root the songs as they make their move: melodic arcs convulsing in doubt and bliss and rage. Ty’s acoustic and electric guitars and vocal harmonies layer self upon self, forming a spiny backbone for the album. The isolation suits the songs: you’re only ever as “at home” as you are with yourself in the mirror. “Hello, Hi” is expansively rendered by Ty, mostly by himself, at home. Dark paths turn off abruptly into absurd darkness, then wind back through the broken rocks, ecstatic again. Like rain washing away yesterday, “Hello, Hi” pushes open the door, inviting the new to pass through all the old shades and degrees of hot and cold. “Hello, Hi”: welcome in to a new room to play the styles and feels that lie under Ty Segall’s fingers, easing fresh air into acoustic space with an assortment of love songs flowering in righteous unconsciousness. But the sun shining through the branches- are those rays yellow or hazy gray? What day is today? When are you not going to feel this way again? The man in the tree has a guitar, he’s gonna sing.
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