Ty Segall – Goodbye Bread

Ty Segall – Goodbye Bread

While there’s something to say about great music, there’s also something absolutely astonishing in being able to churn out great music so consistently. Through his tenure as one of rock’s stellar musicians, Ty Segall has continued to impress with album after album of tremendously, again, great music. Where Lemons left off, Melted pushed it further and now, only a year removed, Segall returns with Goodbye Bread. In what is an album clearly meant for everyone, the grunge and lo-fi tendencies sparkle – if possible – against the sweet backdrop of gracious vibes.

For years now, Segall has gradually developed an impressive ability in being able to hone his strengths. On album closer “Fine,” he drains his vocals against the bleeding strain of an electric guitar that rumbles with irresolute focus. Many have come to regard the effortless style Segall portrays as the defining reason why his songs are so good. Still, the confidence comes from years and years of outstanding work on various LPs, split 12”s, multiple 7”s; not to mention that this is now his fifth album to date. At just 23 years young, Segall has already accomplished quite a bit – he creeps into the beginning with a slight croon before the drums pound away. Goodbye Bread is definitely an evolution that bridges many of Segall’s eclectic styles, while still maintaining its lo-fi rock appeal.

With the kind of rock that swells with each passing note, Segall finds a way to ensure the music is always fantastic. On “You Make the Sun Fry” a thriving combination of drums and sludging guitars clash away to the cymbals’ crash. Tumbling on towards the bottom, Segall is composed as he describes a sordid, incendiary situation. The song’s menacing noise is partly all swagger and heart but the emotion on the guitar solo is a terrific final topping. The album’s ensuing song and lead single, “I Can’t Feel It,” quickly juxtaposes the previous brashness with a calming introduction and Segall’s troubled lyrics. While there’s the presence of the blues with so much regret, Segall chugs away to an enveloping melody that encompasses everything from the sing-along words to the heartbeat stomp of the hand claps. Each song feels like a brand new jewel to inspect and, while the music is your basic ‘ol’ rock-n-roll’, the substance is infinite.

Just in passing, when hearing the open, classic sound of the opening strums on the title track, you’d assume it was an old Beatles’ song. That is, until Segall’s voice shines as the guitar rouses, louder and louder. It’s obvious that for Segall and his band, endless touring has aided in fusing a fluid chemistry. When his voice quakes and relishes, the drummer knows just when to add in the flourishing sounds and when Segall’s voice quivers to a halt, the band around him enables terrific releases. It’s definitely about the attack with Goodbye Road but most of what Segall has done continues to impact well after the songs have started and passed.

And like the dog on the cover of the album, through all of its hissing imperfections, the solid rock and roll that Segall has newly patented is alive and well. Goodbye Bread is a fitting development on an impeccable path. The depth accomplished through five albums is obviously grand and it’s definitely as if Segall is purely improving with every passing year.

Drag City