Still, Fuzz recognizes the powers of restraint. Follow the minute title track to its core, and instead of meandering off into drum solos and other diversions, the three simply opt to get low.
The riffs are still there, of course, but this time they're engineered to pull you into the shadows. Your purchase helps support NPR programming. Accessibility links Skip to main content Keyboard shortcuts for audio player. NPR Shop. Review: Fuzz, 'II' Ty Segall's power trio heaves forth a song double album that's made for headbanging and the cultivation of bad vibes, as if all the warmth and goodwill of last year's Manipulator had turned to ash. Review: Fuzz, 'II'.
Played out. But probably not. Bathe in the heat wave that is Fuzz, and regret nothing in the time freeze. Necessity is the mother of creation; and devolution stakes its claim in the past as it continues to bind itself to the future. San Francisco, Los Angeles, heaven, hell, lunar fields, subterranean hallucinations, traffic jams, sleepless days, hazy nights, recollection or blind reflection.
It is all there and so should be you. It will be heavy, chaotically controlled, softly serpentine, and blindingly barbaric. In the meantime, Ty, Charles, and Chad walk on. But this role reversal is about more than the adjustment of a few studio knobs.
The only direction on II is forward, and to stray off the path would be to fall into the dark abyss that circles and presses in from all sides. But the group is most successful when they augment their riffs with weird experiments and sonic flourishes. Segall and co. Regardless of the eventual destination, theirs is a ride that fans of heavy music will want to take.
At least until the tinnitus becomes too much to bear. Lucy Shanker May 7,