A year and a half removed from the trenchant identity opus of his ‘Three Bells’ song cycle, Ty Segall has beamed himself out from deep within psychic interiors. Hitting the trail beneath the big skies of that good ol’ frontier empire, he’s on the hunt for new horizons - and it’s frankly astonishing to hear, at this mature point in his discography, the discovery of invigorated new sonics around every bend. That’s simply what Ty does with his music. Here, compulsive rhythm arrangements are joined in battle by sweeping movements of strings and horns that further the charge righteously. Be it de Toqueville, duBois, George H Nash, Howard Zinn, Bob Dylan or ‘Smile’-era Beach Boys, it doesn’t matter where you get your history: whether you wanna party like it’s 1999 or 1699, the stories you like to tell yourself tend to reinforce what you already believe. But what if they didn’t? Here, coursing through the irresistibly high music spirits, Ty foists social concepts that you won’t read about in school. In the process, he manages to slip discreetly in and out of the ranks of silver-tongued bums, fly-by-nights and way-outs like Cheap Trick and Steely Dan, never tarrying long enough to retain their distinctive ordure. Rife with singing guitar leads and Wizzardian brass and reeds lustily riffing on the banks of Ty’s harmony vocal choir, ‘Possession’ features some of Ty’s most inspired songs to date. It’s a post-‘Paradise City’ map of the American way, moving and grooving, but not pointing fingers even as childish fantasies splatter across the windshield. Taking back alleys through complicated cityscapes, ripping riffs jaggedly out of past hits for a new purpose, Ty scans the wreckage scattered all around, singing about the end of the rope while resisting defeat -suggesting an ecstatic new empire to build as he cruises the countryside in his glittering craft.
