Ty Segall & The Muggers

Ty Segall & The Muggers (what are they thinking) Guitars sliced with scribble Graffiti sprawled across the hemispheres; stuttered, stunted, dual-mono machine dreams flashing sudden stereophobic and back again / two screens alone together Squeezing shaking oozing Metallic pool like brain blood, Slowly draining away All mental life. Shaking ass / nihility at most corrodes Candy’s gone no more Fun