Twins

Ty Segall is in an odd position. The San Francisco garage-rocker has always been prolific, but after four years of albums, collaborations, singles, and covers, his discography has become particularly unwieldy. His output from the past year alone has been diverse. On Slaughterhouse (and on stage), he's an impish, thrashing apostle of hardcore and 1970s hard rock. With Hair, his collaborative album with White Fence, he angled for jam-heavy, psych-leaning rock'n'- roll. Only a year ago, he delivered his "serious" album Goodbye Bread, where he both cooed calmly and screamed about an exploding head. Impressively, all three of those albums are really good. It's a testament to Segall as a restless songwriter who can adapt to, and successfully execute, several different styles.