Ty Segall is an insanely prolific indie songwriter in the tradition of Jay Reatard, which makes the question of what to expect from him a little difficult to answer. Expect more songs. "Goodbye Bread," from his 2011 album of the same name, sounds like John Lennon overdosed on ketamine during the verse part of "Revolution." "My Head Explodes," from the same album, is less mellow, dirging toward a hoarse grunge chorus in a way that recalls early Beck B-sides. Somehow, despite their obvious differences, both of these songs sound unmistakably the same.
A big part of that comes from Segall's skillful lo-fi production. By recording the drums, guitars and vocals himself, he invests each song with an emotional unity that makes it satisfyingly poppy no matter how jangling and dissonant the arrangement. Whether he can achieve the same effect live, with, like, a band and stuff, is another question. It's worth the gamble to find out, though, as YouTube evidence suggests that the worst Ty Segall can be is very loud. On Sunday he plays the Palace, where loud is part of the decor. Go see a talented singer-songwriter perform music that is relentlessly his own.
Ty Segall plays the Palace Sunday, May 6, at 9 PM with White Fence and Needlecraft. $10.