Freedom’s Goblin is the new Ty Segall album: 19 tracks strong,
filling four sides of vinyl nonstop, with an unrestricted sense of
coming together to make an album. It wants you to get your head
straight — but first, the process will make your head spin! Back in
the Twins days, we talked about the schizophrenia
of Ty’s outlook;
today, it’s super-dual, with loads of realities all folding back on
each other. On any given side, we’re tracking five or six full-blown
personalities, unconcerned with convention or continuity. So drop
the needle — who can say what it’ll sound like where it lands? This
is Freedom’s Goblin — one track engendering, the next one oppressing, violence up in the mix — a look at everything around that Ty used to make the songs. What will you use it for when you listen?
The songs came in the flow of the year: days of vomit and days
of ecstasy and escape too, and days between. The rulebook may
have been tossed, but Freedom’s Goblin is thick with deep songwriting resources, be it stomper, weeper, ballad, screamer, banger or funker-upper, all diverted into new Tydentities — each one marking a different impasse, like a flag whirling into a knot, exploding and burning on contact, in the name of love and loathing.
Freedom’s Goblin wears a twisted production coat: tracks were
cut all around, from L.A. to Chicago to Memphis, whether chilling
at home or touring with the Freedom Band. Five studios were required to get all the sounds down, engineered by Steve Albini, F.
Bermudez, Lawrence “Boo” Mitchell and of course, Ty himself.
The goal was getting free, embracing any approach necessary to
communicate new heights and depths, new places for the fuzz to
land among octaving harmonies, dancefloor grooves, synths, saxes
and horns, jams, post-Nicky-Hopkins r’n’b electric piano vibes,
children-of-the-corn psycho-rebellions, old country waltzes and
down-by-the-river shuffles. Basically, the free-est pop songs Ty’s
ever put on tape. And one about his dog, too!
We’re ALL Goblins and we ALL want our Freedom. The freedom
to love or to be alone; to be pretty or pretty ugly; the freedom to
turn the other cheek or to turn up the volume. And of course, the
freedom to make just about any kind of song you think will free people when they hear it. But there’s that goblin of freedom too — and once you let it out of the bottle, it can fuck with you, so . . . take it or leave it. Go away or go all the way in. Live free and die! BUT be
careful what you wish for . . . .