BOOM! Like an echo from a desperate, war-torn future, Ty Segall’s latest cry of love crashes the party and detonates without warning on the drink-soaked dance floor. Female voices ricochet, deadpanning from ear to ear. Fuzzy thunders reels on high, thudding slam into your life-chest and rolling out the door. Like a quicksilver wire at the center, Ty’s voice seethes you as the unseen craft whirls closer. These are the bong-bursts of tomorrow, flown into our so-called “today” (for what is “time”?) as... (read more)

Artists in this story: Ty Segall