Everything in the short-yet-bountiful career of Ty Segall—intensity, hooks, magnificently flailing guitars—points to an album like Twins, but his eighth record is simply better across the board.
The brash and restless Segall plays garage rock with energetic abandon, yet far from wearing him down, his quick and steady stream of albums has only served to add more chops and nuanced songwriting along with experience.
Twins opens with "Thank God for Sinners," a heartfelt celebration of hedonism in all its tempting forms, wildly buzzing guitars pushing Segall's vocals to a shout. "You're the Doctor" is a pummeling dose of punk rock drums that leads into the screaming guitar that drives "Inside Your Heart."
Without dropping the album's urgency level, Segall also delivers a ghostly falsetto for the spooky blues of "Handglams," duets with Brigid Dawson of Thee Oh Sees on the heavily psychedelic "The Hill," and leans on a brashly strummed acoustic guitar for "Gold on the Shore."
Segall plays like his career has a much shorter shelf life than most would hope to witness, but his wild restlessness is a perfectly fitting way to present Twins.
What's remarkable about the prolific 2012 Segall had is the lack of quality control issues: three albums with basically zero fat. He remains raw and exciting across a trio of albums, but with Twins, he actually managed to save the best for last.