Ty Segall and White Fence: Hair – review

Ty Segall is one of those figures thrown up by American underground rock with unerring regularity – the kind of man who records with scores of different bands, as a solo act, and as a collaborator, resulting in a discography slightly less confusing than Finnegan's Wake. Hair sees him bringing together various different strands of garage and psychedelia, often sounding like something from the point in early 1967 when singers of previously snotty punk bands stopped snarling and started smiling beatifically. There's still a thrilling energy about it – Scissor People races the listener to its guitar hook, and Crybaby, with its gargling and gurgling vocal intro, could be a cousin to one of those early-60s novelty frat-rock records – but there's an expansiveness, too, to tracks such as Time, as Segall embraces the bleached, haunted psychedelia that followed the summer of love. One for genre fans only, probably, but one for them to cherish.