Prolific output and multiple side projects became part of garage punk icon
Ty Segall
's brand early on, as he released numerous albums per year, both solo and with various other incarnations from his nascent days.
GOGGS
surfaced after this was a well-established facet of
Segall
's fame, emerging with a self-titled album in 2016 and joining
Fuzz
,
Party Fowl
the Traditional Fools
, and many others on the list of
's collaborations outside of his own records.
Blue Cheer
-meets-
Black Flag
is an accurate description of
' complementary colors on the first album, with
Ex-Cult
's
Chris Shaw
delivering growling and untethered lead vocals somewhere between the bloodthirsty depravity of
My War
-era
Rollins
and
Jello Biafra
's quivering snideness. This, added to
's mastery of overblown guitar tones, made for a stellar debut, and the volume and songcraft only improve on sophomore album
Pre Strike Sweep
. Still operating at full blast, the band moves even deeper into its pre-established modes of sludgy proto-metal guitar tones and feral '80s L.A. punk, but the occasional sideline into spaced-out synth squalls brings to mind the extraterrestrial aggression of
Hawkwind
or more alien contemporaries like
Human Eye
. The band wears its influences transparently, tearing into
Greg Ginn
-esque guitar solos on more than one occasion and evoking both
Circle Jerks
' tempos and
Wipers
' depression on songs like the frantic "Space Rinse." Ultimately, these influences get washed away into the sea of anxiety and frustration that defines
more than any given reference point. Tightly constructed songs and
's over-the-edge production style squeeze anger and violence out of every minute of the record. Songs like "Burned Entrance" evoke the same hopelessness and palpable hatred for society from a band like
Void
, but complex song structures and exacting musicianship temper the scrappy and amateur energy that's often inseparable from the best punk. Blasting through 11 songs in less than half-an-hour,
never settles into one mode or frame of reference for long. Instead, the album drags and scrapes itself into being for its entire duration, angry and bleeding and looking for new angles with every new riff, crash, and tortured scream. ~ Fred Thomas