At last, I’ve got my cyber-mitts on more Ty and boy is it a trip. Anyone looking for a chilled out soirée, should back away now. However, if you do want to join me spinning around, head down, arms out, accelerating… falling, then you’re in for a treat.
Now, I could go on about Segall’s craftsmanship or whatever but let’s face it, whaddya care!? So, what I’m gonna do, is ask that you find your inner hardcore albeit hormonal 13 year old self, and unwind because all you really want is something rad, and off-kilter that makes you feel like Kurt Cobain.
I mean, you don’t even have to listen to Twins (available now through Drag City); reading the song titles like “Love Fuzz,” “Handglams,” “Gold on the Shore,” is a neat act in itself.
This review is probably the most enthused yet disconnected piece of writing to ever come up on Hot Shit, but honestly, I’m just buzzin’ man!
This review was written by collaborator Olivia Foster, a nocturnal 19 year old art student kicking around South East London.