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Reaching New Cosmical Heights With Ty Segall

January 15, 2015
Smiths Fashion sub-editor and self confessed psychedelic, glitter throwing Star Spangler Jessica Cole, transports us into the inter-galactic cosmos of Ty Segall’s latest gig at Camden’s Electric Ballroom. It only took one night to redefine the meaning of a gig. Ty Segall’s recent galactic offering at Camden’s Electric Ballroom transported me into a surreal world…

Smiths Fashion sub-editor and self confessed psychedelic, glitter throwing Star Spangler Jessica Cole, transports us into the inter-galactic cosmos of Ty Segall’s latest gig at Camden’s Electric Ballroom.

It only took one night to redefine the meaning of a gig. Ty Segall’s recent galactic offering at Camden’s Electric Ballroom transported me into a surreal world of bare-chested texan cowboys, air-born carrots and exploding stars that cried joyous tears of glitter and sparkles. The bobbing heads of the sold out crowd, jumping and spinning into oblivion…the hypnotic guitar rifts floating in and around the venue like a bejeweled invisible hand, enticing you into this other fantastical dimension. Ty was just bewitching. Closing my eyes I allowed myself to sink into the frenzied center of the crowd – yes everyone was moshing – but it was like we all became one, pushing ourselves together to try to sink into this other world with Ty.

Playing most of the stuff off his latest psychedelic offering, ‘Manipulator’, songs such as ‘Tall Man, Skinny Lady’ and ’Mister Main’ sent me into vortex of echoes and guitar solos. Ty spoke little in between the songs, allowing for the striking guitar chords and super sweet harmonies to melt into each other instead, exploding into a plasma of majestic sounds. The gradual layering of the heavy guitar chords pulled us further and further in.

On a couple of occasions Segall did pause, to screech a series of alien echoes and also to heckle the people who just stood on the balcony – the kind of people that go just because Vice said to go – douche bags. The feeling, the vibe, the fuzziness that swept up through my body. I was physically lifted into the air and surfed the sweaty heads of the crowd, possessed by Segall’s effortless stage presence. It was like reaching a new euphoric height. My new high both physically and mentally far out witted any drug or feeling I’ve experienced before.

The only negative thing about the night was that it felt as if, just as we had reached this other dimension, this next level, the set was over. The lights came up and the darkness that had enticed this magic evaporated. I left the ballroom in a daze, my ears still ringing from the galactic journey that the crowd had just experienced. I was shaken, dazed and light headed. Segall’s seamless performance gave me a new hope for the future of alternative music. He is offering up a different perspective on the genre, creating his own sound and above all, evoking a feeling that is indescribably out of this world.