SEGALL, TY
CHROME
Label: DRAG CITY
Releasedatum: 28-08-2026
Herkomst: NL
Item-nr: 4898425
EAN: 0781484098010
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Recensie
Goed nieuws voor riff-aanbidders: ‘heavy’ Ty Segall is terug. Nadat de Amerikaanse gitaarheld op Possession (2025) een psychedelische en barokke kant verkende, trapte hij voor Chrome weer ouderwets het gas- én fuzz-pedaal in. Hiervoor herenigde hij de band waarmee hij eerder zijn stevigste albums opnam, inclusief bassist en verdienstelijk solo-muzikant Mikal Cronin. De combinatie van Segall en gitarist Emmett Kelly blijkt wederom explosief: zonder pardon bedelven ze je onder muren van vuige distortion en duelleren ze met elkaar alsof er maar één mag overleven. Chrome wordt echter nooit monotoon, want Segalls oude ziel sijpelt bij elk nummer op een eigen manier door. Zo is openingsnummer Hospital geworteld in classic rock, horen we op Separation de proto-punk van The Stooges en doet het losse gitaarwerk van Play Cowboys denken aan Neil Young en Crazy Horse. Met de zelfgetitelde afsluiter, een ritmische rammelrocker, sleurt de band je nog één keer mee de achtbaan in. De Python welteverstaan, niet de Max & Moritz. (Laurence Tanamal)
Ty Segall, precleared for flight in full rock congress with the band (Ben Boye/Evan Burrows/Mikal Cronin/Emmett Kelly), shifts Chrome. Songs of massive riffs, swung, tightly arrayed lines of fuzz & distortion, twin-guitar attack-and-parry, endopic keyboards kicking, precise & thudding power, a rhythmic core on the march in full BAND energy. The songs are lyrically allusive trips, dark passages in the labyrinth, everything in the air bristling collectively, as minds collide. RIYL: PiL, Flipper, Emotional Mugger
In the spring of 2025, right around the release of Possession, Ty Segall started hearing voices, calmly at first, but soon screaming: “Get the band back together!!!”
Immediately, his mind began working, creating, collecting and collating riffs for songs, an album that he and the band — Ben Boye, Evan Burrows, Mikal Cronin & Emmett Kelly — will come to all call Chrome.
Chrome — the element, not the album — is shiny, reflective, resistant to corrosion. Chrome the album’s got that too: in hard-springing rock strung with lyrically allusive passages moving furtive and bleak through labyrinthine paths in the darkness. Joining social phenomena and autobiographical dream imagery in song-sequenced, head-snapping flashes, hitting left/right hemispheres fast and furiously. In massive riffs and thudding power in the rhythm core, twin-guitar attack and parry, tightly arrayed lines of fuzz distortion, keyboard textures of bright and thickness. All mixed immediate and flexible, colorful and clean, spicy-sweet, with Ty’s vocals of vinegar and sand, wine and grains of silver nitrate, pointing the way. That’s Chrome.
The band came together fast and hard, their five heads writing half the songs here, with others featuring Ty and Evan collabing, Matt Yoka and Denée Segall writing some too. Accounting, we believe, for its high-performing social nature and hot rocks. Its guitars slammed immaculate, big waves & dark apocolypto energy bonfires on the beach, from proto to punk to grunch, projected from the crowd-sourced energy of their mind-meld to shake the cages of the larger collective beyond.
Ty Segall, precleared for flight in full rock congress with the band (Ben Boye/Evan Burrows/Mikal Cronin/Emmett Kelly), shifts Chrome. Songs of massive riffs, swung, tightly arrayed lines of fuzz & distortion, twin-guitar attack-and-parry, endopic keyboards kicking, precise & thudding power, a rhythmic core on the march in full BAND energy. The songs are lyrically allusive trips, dark passages in the labyrinth, everything in the air bristling collectively, as minds collide. RIYL: PiL, Flipper, Emotional Mugger
In the spring of 2025, right around the release of Possession, Ty Segall started hearing voices, calmly at first, but soon screaming: “Get the band back together!!!”
Immediately, his mind began working, creating, collecting and collating riffs for songs, an album that he and the band — Ben Boye, Evan Burrows, Mikal Cronin & Emmett Kelly — will come to all call Chrome.
Chrome — the element, not the album — is shiny, reflective, resistant to corrosion. Chrome the album’s got that too: in hard-springing rock strung with lyrically allusive passages moving furtive and bleak through labyrinthine paths in the darkness. Joining social phenomena and autobiographical dream imagery in song-sequenced, head-snapping flashes, hitting left/right hemispheres fast and furiously. In massive riffs and thudding power in the rhythm core, twin-guitar attack and parry, tightly arrayed lines of fuzz distortion, keyboard textures of bright and thickness. All mixed immediate and flexible, colorful and clean, spicy-sweet, with Ty’s vocals of vinegar and sand, wine and grains of silver nitrate, pointing the way. That’s Chrome.
The band came together fast and hard, their five heads writing half the songs here, with others featuring Ty and Evan collabing, Matt Yoka and Denée Segall writing some too. Accounting, we believe, for its high-performing social nature and hot rocks. Its guitars slammed immaculate, big waves & dark apocolypto energy bonfires on the beach, from proto to punk to grunch, projected from the crowd-sourced energy of their mind-meld to shake the cages of the larger collective beyond.
Tracks
Disc 1
1. Hospital
2. Running To Nowhere
3. Black Paint
4. Glass
5. Play Cowboys
6. Everything You've Been
7. Let Go
8. Separation
9. Chrome
