When you go off a particular kind of music you were way into when you were a bit younger, there’s always something that eventually comes and reels you back in.
That goes even if they do manage to lose a point when they get a bit too Tenacious D at the end. And there I was thinking that Ty Segall was just some drunk dude who couldn’t remember the words to his songs anymore. Either that, or, like, he just didn’t give a fuck anymore, because a concert is not a pizza.
Hope is restored. Thanks, Ty. Your folk leanings always get me good.