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In his mid-20s, Ty Segall  draws inspiration mostly from music made decades before his birth. Segall just released Twins , his third album of the year and one that nods stylistically to  Stooges, T-Rex, the Beatles  and a number of metal, psych- and garage rock bands of the '60s and '70s. Twins  is a feast of different musical tastes, all cranked up. It's actually more tame than Segall's scorcher, Slaughterhouse , released earlier this year, but Twins is still a rocker. One thing that gave me pause about Twins , is that it's so [...]

Dunno if it had been the San Francisco sunshine, the reverberations from going to that lesbian club night in Oakland with the city's best queer porn stars the other night, the pints of Lagunitas, the nice guy named Rob who bought the beer, the tiny girl who said she loved my hair and kept shimmying up against me or the excellent sound system that made the March 6th gig at San Francisco's Independent so good. Coulda also been the silly drone of Australia's Pets With Pets , the psychobilly of Bordeaux, France's  Magnetix (I have so [...]

    My Tiny Mix Tapes review of Thee Oh Sees' Warm Slime. This review is CRAZY, that's all I have to say. It's set in the high-rise office suite of a major-label mogul and it has a lot of ... craziness. Give it a try though, hell, it just might change your life. Over [...]

I liked Thee Oh Sees ' Dog Poison soooo much I wrote about it TWICE, once HERE  in much more personal, blogolithic fashion ... ... And once  HERE  tahDAYYYYYYYahhhh (that means that if you want to read my Tiny Mix Tapes review of Thee Oh Sees Dog Poison   YOU HAVE TO CLICK ON ONE OF THESE LINKS . I don't want there to be any confusion ... ) The Tiny Mix Tapes review is a lil' better - TMT gets Gumshoe's best nuts - but they [...]

It was the same effect the too cool guy at school has on all his crazed female admirers. Finally, Jay pulled an audience member from the insanity of the front row and handed over his Flying V guitar. This kid started wailing on the neck as bassist Steve and drummer Billy whipped the crowd into a howling mania. The shit went off everyone was locked into the same distorted frequency. I was happy I had earplugs and even happier I did not miss out.