Ty Segall seems to form new bands roughly as often as most folks do their laundry, but the guy is good enough that the results are nearly always rewarding, and that's certainly the case with GØGGS. Teaming up with Chris Shaw of Ex-Cult and Charles Moothart of Fuzz and CFM, Segall has fashioned a 26-minute blast of furious, spazzed-out punk rock for GØGGS' self-titled debut album. Built around hard, buzzy volleys of guitar abuse, relentless pummeling of drums, and feral howling, GØGGS is a master's class in bad karma, with Shaw spitting out his rage about life along the margins in California with impressive ferocity. Segall and Moothart take turns on guitar and drums, and on these sessions they display a well-balanced skill set, as each keeps time with muscle and precision and the guitars cry out with punky angularity and metallic heaviness. While there are literally thousands of garage bands that could conjure up something like this, Segall brings enough imagination and eccentric edge to set GØGGS apart from the pack. The bursts of electronic dissonance suggest a sort of burnt-out psychedelia amidst the billowing rage, and his occasional vocal interjections and off-the-rails solos that suggest a jam session between Greg Ginn and Leigh Stephens give this an otherworldly feel that isn't much like anyone else. Given the intensity of the performances, it's just as well that GØGGS runs less than half-an-hour, since it might be hard to handle many more tracks like "Final Notice" or "Glendale Junkyard." But this album is a wound-up marvel of imaginatively bent punk rock, and if Segall, Shaw, and Moothart have more like this in them, one can hope they'll pass it along.
AllMusic Review by Mark Deming