Live review: Ty Segall, The Yawns at Broadcast, 9/11/12

Pure rock’n’roll energy and manic garage-thrash thrills is what we got in the shape of Ty Segall rolling into town at new venue Broadcast.

 

The San Franciscan and his buddies have always been very prolific (just the three albums in 12 months) but as their most recent album, Twins, demonstrates they are currently at the possible peak of their creative powers which translates in some truly inspiring live gigs.

First up, however, I manage to get a swatch of local upstarts The Yawns.

From the opening, rolling bassline of ‘Summers Wasted’ to the sparse beautiful instrumental set closer those in attendance all seem to concur; good god this is rather good.

Naysayers may point out that this is just nice, twinkly music that has been regurgitated each year, but the fact is these songs contain something else that transcends simply rehashing old maudlin.

Even purely on the evidence of this short set The Yawns appear to know exactly how to construct and nail a great pop song.

It has been quite some time since I’ve seen every single attendee sent into a writhing, whooping sea of loved up goo.

Such an impressive ability to take the energy from the crowd and use it in the music in a perpetual feedback loop.

I’ve seen very few do this as well as Ty Segall and his cohorts.

I guess the cardinal virtue here was rhythm, pounding, throbbing, speeding up, slowing down, louder and softer, patterned with whoops and howls from vocals and guitar, hypnotic, explosive, mind-melting.

Relentless, relentless, relentless but relentlessly fucking brilliant!

Whether it’s album and set opener ‘Thank God for Sinners’ or ‘Standing at The Station’ each number is fabulously delivered, becoming a unique psychedelic garage sermon; kicking off with the tremendous ‘Thank God for Sinners’ one of the new album’s highlights, opened a tremendous night, thoroughly enjoyed by the wildly enthusiastic crowd.

With his charming juvenile stage presence and apparent disregard for any sense of structure, somehow always endearingly appearing off the cuff; the ear splitting goodness just doesn’t stop.

As he launches into ‘Inside Your Heart’ we follow a fiery jam session giving a special tension to the already pumped up Glasgow audience.

As well as his outstanding capabilities as an artist there is much evidence those who packed into to Broadcast should be pleased to be in the company of such an instantly likeable and down to earth character.

During the support set he even manages to poke out from the crowd to provide a piece of equipment so they can resume.

At various avenues throughout the night he appears to nod knowingly to an increasingly nervous security steward, as if to say its all good as the crowd come closer and closer to spilling on the stage.

Even a detail such as starting 10 minutes ahead of schedule, in this age of super egos and primadonnas slouching out as and when they please was a nice touch.

This warmth extends to attempting to conjure some sort of banter with the Glasgow rabble, which he may have later regretted as he was constantly reminded: “get some haggis pakora an’ acid”.

Later on, dedicating ‘Love Fuzz’ to “that guy yelling all night” you get the sense he’d be just as at home moshing at the front as he seems clutching his mic.

After introducing an “old one” like an insubordinate banshee he screeches “Wow, WOOW” on set highlight ‘Caesar’, an old classic from 2010’s Melted.

The atmosphere manages to reach some new scary heights; even at one stage seeing one particular attendee simultaneously manage to cling on to Ty’s guitar and receive a co-carry.

While the bulldozer-heavy bass playing reaches these new frenzied levels even the veteran gig goer among us struggle to keep apace, such is the frequency of crowd surfing antics.

As he opened the set we were reminded this was his first visit in a couple of years, after this show – how have we survived?

Words: Andy Quigley
Photos: Ann-Margaret Campbell

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