Ty Segall – Manipulator (Spunk | Drag City)
A flock of youths gather around the artificial campfire and check their iPhones anxiously. “Oh, god, there he is!” a girl gasps, pointing upwards at the cliff over their heads. The audience swoons collectively as the guitar hero of the hour appears, hair streaming behind him, jangly Bowie chords descending like heavenly light from above… […]
Stephen Malkmus and the Jicks – Wig Out at Jagbags (Matador)
Hey, Mr. Malkmus. I don’t know if you read these reviews anymore – what with you being a cultural icon and thus guaranteed a decent chunk of moolah – but I’m Lee Adcock. You haven’t heard of me yet, and that’s OK – I’m a new, bumbling writer/critic and I tend to always screw up […]
